abandoned But you want to be alone Old friends, they shine like diamonds Old friends, you can always call Old friends Lord, you can't buy 'em You know it's old friends
you want to be alone Chorus Old Friends they shine like diamonds Old Friends you can always call Old Friends Lord you can't buy 'em You know it's Old Friends
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Oh a time there was I was feelin' so hopeless It's a wonder I didn't cave in I kept throwing love at all the wrong people Never to see it again.
When I was a young man my daddy told me A lesson he learned, it was a long time ago If you want to have someone to hold onto You're gonna have to
A hand is just another kind of hammer made of steel Beating blindly on the anvil a hammer cannot feel But a hand is for reaching out and touching all
Somedays I think this old machine is out to get me Somedays she does what I tell her It's like dancing with a widow-maker forty hours a week You know
I was feelin' depressed I was feelin real low down I felt so bad I could not get my butt up off the grounds I was mopin' around the house I was bumpin
Oh Ellis Island was swarming Like a scene from a costume hall Decked out in the colors in Europe And on fire with the hope of it all There stood
If you ever go out to the circus Where the Wallendas walk on the wire I'll tell you a tale to remember When the white horses leap rings of fire
All you keep is the gettin' there To live is to fly Low and high So shake the dust off of your wings And the sleep out of your eyes It's goodbye to all my friends
The sun was hot and the dust rose up like smoke So we hid beneath the elm tree and watched the watermelons float There in a big 'ol tub of ice And
By Guy Clark AND I'D SING THE RED RIVER VALLEY AND HE'D SIT IN THE KITCHEN AND CRY RUN HIS FINGERS THROUGH SEVENTY YEARS OF LIVING' WONDERING, LORD,
Guy Clark I played the Red River Valley He'd sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' "I wonder, Lord, has every
burning deck So come waltz you around this old room with me As if we were some old pair of high degree round and round again Don't let old fickle stickle
friends there's a song in every town. Chorus Sing me one more song About old San Antone, Seems like a dream now it was so long ago, Guy Clark he
(By Guy Clark) I played the Red River Valley He'd sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, why has
