As
I sit here watching the sun come up
through the back window of my pickup truck,
I recall how it used to be.
Cruising the town all night long with a couple of beers
and a radio song.
My best friend to me,
just my best friend.
And my
best friend to me was more like a brother.
I'd run around with him more than any other.
Well, you saw one, you saw the other.
Just sitting around over running for cover.
That's the way that it used to be with my best friend here and me.
Well,
there never was much to go on,
but it beats the hell out of staying home.
Mama said you're heading for trouble,
boy,
you wait and see.
But we would go in spite of hell and high water,
never had a worry,
never had a dollar.
My best friend to me,
just my best friend.
And my best friend to me was more like a brother.
I'd run around with him more than any other.
Well, you saw one, you saw the other.
Just sitting around over running for cover.
That's the way that it used to be with my best friend here and me.
My best friend to me was more like a brother.
I'd run around with him more than any other.
Well, you saw one, you saw the other.
Just sitting around over running for cover.
That's the way that it used to be with my best friend here and me.
Oh, just my best friend here and me.