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As I sit here watchin' the sun come up |
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Through the back window of my pickup truck |
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I recall how it used to be |
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Cruisin' the town all night long |
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With a couple of beers and a radio song |
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My best friend and me |
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Just my best friend and me |
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CHORUS: My best friend to me was more like a brother |
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I'd run around with him more than any other |
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Where you saw one you saw the other |
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Just a sittin' around or runnin' for cover |
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That's the way that it used to be |
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With my best friend and me |
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Well there never was much goin' on |
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But it beats the hell out of staying home |
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Mama said you're headin' for trouble boy you wait and see |
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We would go in spite of hell or high water |
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Never had a worry, never had a dollar |
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My best friend and me |
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Oh, Just my best friend and me. |
