Like one more time if our love ever grows cold And this new thrill somehow grows old Oh, when forever for us is no more Don't tell our friends, baby Let me be the first to know When you no longer care When my dreams, you no longer share Tell me before it

Maybe there's a good God, damn Could there be a good God? Damn When the times get rough To your oldest friends With the good God damn Maybe there's a good God If He made you You want to get messed up? Put your favorite record on baby

I'll always be by your side, don't you worry The circle will never end, just know that we'll meet again And we'll always be together, forever, always We'll always be together, don't you worry We are, friends for life Hold that, deep inside Let this, be a

I love all of you Hurt by the cold So hard and lonely too When you don't know yourself My friends are so depressed I feel the question Of your loneliness Confide, 'cause I'll be on your side You know I will, you know I will

Need you tonight, lover don't fade away Why can't this night...go on forever Lost in twilight, the memories Precious moments, you and me We've been old friends, all through the years Picture postcards, sharing tears What's in our hearts, there's never

Baby, you and me could leave right now If you like how that sounds Ditch all your friends, the guy you came with Get to know you where it ain't so loud Just you and me alone on some old moonlit road But the two of us could disappear Just say the word and

'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights It's good to be back again, oh, me and my old friends Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet Hanging at the bar here every night Lola built this joint in sixty-seven And her boy went out to fight on

(Ooh let's ride) Red red red red red red red red redneck Drinking that ice cold beer Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kicking up dust The boys 'round here Sending up a prayer to the man upstairs Backwoods legit,

Please come home My friends think I'm insane cause I've turned old and gray And I'm still waiting and I cannot be alone. Please come home. it must have been about 100 years... at least 100 years... I wish you could come back- just come back home. The

What is left when the morning comes Is the memory of a future And when my plight is done There is nothing left to hold onto There were friends waiting at my door They are gone now, for the year is new I stuck by my word And when the rains came Made it