My Friends - Hayes Carll

I had help from hometown

It’s hot mess when you’re held down

My old friends

Look a little rough, dust in the blood

Pray for the rain, drown in the flood

With you, my old friend

My friends pick me up

When I try to fall

My friends, they make up

For all my lost ground

My friends, they’ve seen

Every side of me

Santa Fe, Birmingham

You’ve always known the way I am

My old friends

Border town, pretty dress

Wasn’t meant to be I guess

My old friends

My friends spend my money

Every last chance

My friends, they don’t talk

This devil to dance

My friends, they sing wild melodies

Breaking hearts, losing fights

Singing songs through the night

With you, my old friends

I got lost a while, fell off the map

I never planned on coming back

To you, my old friends

My friends pick me up

When I try to fall

My friends, they make up

For all my lost ground

My friends, they’ve seen

Every side of me

My friends spend my money

Every last chance

My friends, they don’t talk

This devil to dance

My friends, they sing wild melodies

My friends, they sing wild melodies