I blew in on Tuesday, and shook off my blues day
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And glady indulged in some tea
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In the time you'd been biding were the songs you'd been writing
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So you glady sang them to me
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We talked about old times, the good times, the bad times
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And how deep down we're still the same
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And we talked about women and the hard times we're livin'
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And how some things just never change
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[CHORUS]
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Oh old friend, I might have gone crazy
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If I'd lived alone a moment too long
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I'll keep you strong, don't let me get lazy
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When the rest of the world leaves me blue
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Old friend, thank God I still have you
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'Til 3 in the morning we sat there recalling
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The times of when we were young
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While nights on the town when the world had us down
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And the pimps and the songs that they sung
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And you'll smoke and you'll ask me how did my life just pass me
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Is it something that I'm doin' wrong
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And I'll say the answers to all of your questions
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Is why we've been friends so long
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[CHORUS]
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Oh old friend, I might have gone crazy
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If I'd lived alone a moment too long
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I'll keep you strong, don't let me get lazy
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When the rest of the world leaves me blue
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Old friend, thank God I still have you
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When the rest of the world leaves me blue
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Old friend, thank God I still have you
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Oh I'm sure glad I do
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Old Friend
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Shooter Jennings |