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TAKE CARE OF YER FRIENDS

by: Baxter Black

Friend is a word that I don't throw around

Though it's used and abused, I still like the sound.

I save if for people who've done right by me

And I know I can count on if ever need be.

Some of my friends drive big limousines

Own ranches and banks and visit with queens.

And some of my friends are up to their necks

In overdue notes and can't write a check!

They're singers or ropers or writers of prose

And others, God bless ‘em, can't blow their own nose!

I guess bein' friends don't have nothin' to do

With talent or money or knowin' who's who.

It's a comf'terbul feelin' when you don't have to care

‘Bout choosin' your words or bein' quite fair

‘Cause friends'll just listen and let go on by

Those words you don't mean and not bat an eye.

It makes a friend happy to see your success.

They're proud of yer good side and forgive all the rest.

And that ain't so easy, all of the time

Sometimes I get crazy and seem to go blind!

Yer friend just might take you on home

Or remind you sometime that you're not alone.

Or ever so gently pull you back to the ground

When you think you can fly with no one around.

A hug or a shake, whichever seems right

Is the high point of givin', I'll tell ya tonight,

All worldly riches and tributes of men

Can't hold a candle to the worth of a friend.

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