I met an old friend this morning
And I stopped him and called him by name
I said, "The years haven't changed youBut he said, "
Good Lord, how you've changed!"So we stood there and talked on the cornerAnd remembered the good times we hadThen he asked if we're happy togetherAnd I only smiled and I said"
Yes, she keeps me off the streets
And she keeps me out of trouble
Sometimes at night, 
Lord, when 
I hear the wind
I wish I was crazy again, yes, 
I wish I was crazy again"Then we stopped in at a tavernWe had us a round or twoWe called ourselves old desperado's, old desperado'sAs old friends are likely to doWe sat for a while and rememberedThen he said, "
Let's have just one more"I said, "
I'd sure like to join you
But best be goin' on home""
Yes, she keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets"