Well my good buddy John likes to tie one on
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And get drunk on Friday nights
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And he's just fine till the beer and shine combine
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Then he's Jekyll and Hyde
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Starts cussin' 'bout his boss and the job he lost
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And what he'd like to say to him
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Then he reaches for his cell says what the hell
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And that's when I step in and I say
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[Chorus:]
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Friends don't let their friends drink and dial
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Don't let their fingers do the walkin' when they're whiskey wild
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'Cause they're gonna wake up in the morning with a poundin' in their heads
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And they're gonna wish to God they could take back all the things they said
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So when you see your buddy reachin' for the phone
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Say friend wait awhile
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'Cause friends don't let their friends drink and dial
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Well my sister Diane lost her man
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To her best old ex-girlfriend
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Now the only time he crosses her mind
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Is when the margaritas set in
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She'll start thinkin' 'bout his blue eyes winkin'
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And how he used to rock her world
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She steps out in the hall to make booty call
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And I say hold on girl because
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[Chorus]
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It ain't ever been a good idea
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To reach out and touch someone
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When you're flying high half outta of your mind
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Blowin' a .21 and I say
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[Chorus]
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You know friends don't let their friends
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Drink and dial
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Drink & Dial
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| James Otto |
