Friends

by Jeffrey Gutcheon
©2002, Uncle Mike Music, ASCAP

Some say a rich man has all that he needs
And needs every penny he spends
But I say any poor man is richer by far
Who knows he can count on his friends

And it’s friends, friends
Be careful how you choose them
You wouldn’t want to lose them
And be out in the cold
And it’s friends, friends
You’ve got to find a true one
It’s hard to make a new one when you grow old

Sometimes I feel like I’ve spent my whole life
Wandering from pillow to post
Lost times and crossed times I’d rather forget
And the times I remember the most
The parties where I was the host

Here’s a toast to my friends, friends
Be careful how you use them
You wouldn’t want to lose them
And be out in the cold
And it’s friends, friends
You’ve got to find a true one
It’s hard to make a new one when you grow old

Now you can eat standing up
You can run double time
You can pray ’til your mind turns to stone
Whatever you need to get done in this world
You can’t get it done all alone

And it’s friends, friends
Be careful how you choose them
You wouldn’t want to lose them
And be out in the cold
And its friends, friends
You’ve got to find a true one
It’s hard to make a new one when you grow old

From the CD titled Down On The Borderline on Cool Groove Records CD 102