Our Friend Bobby
Cops found him on a Sunday
So we all met up Monday night
I guess we always kinda figured this might happen, someday
It's just a drag that we were right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
"He's prob'ly smilin' down on us right now"
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
Even I have my doubts
We drink one for our friend Bobby
Ran his car right off the road
On accident? On purpose?
Darlin', even now we don't know
Drink one for our friend Bobby
Hopin' them gates'll let him in
On accident, on purpose
Darlin', those were pretty much the same to him
My dad called him "The neighbor kid"
Next best thing to next-of-kin
I prob'ly would'a got beat up like a thousand more times than I did
If I didn't grow up next to him
And now my friends can just keep on talkin'
Goin' on and on about a bunch of lies
When's the last time any of them saw him? Or even called him?
He wasn't that bad a guy
I drink one for my friend Bobby
Ran his car right off the road
On accident? On purpose?
Darlin', even now we don't know
Drink one for our friend Bobby
Hopin' them gates'll let him in
On accident, on purpose?
Darlin', those were pretty much the same to him
Those were pretty much the same to him
Those were pretty much the same to him
So we all met up Monday night
I guess we always kinda figured this might happen, someday
It's just a drag that we were right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
"He's prob'ly smilin' down on us right now"
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
Even I have my doubts
We drink one for our friend Bobby
Ran his car right off the road
On accident? On purpose?
Darlin', even now we don't know
Drink one for our friend Bobby
Hopin' them gates'll let him in
On accident, on purpose
Darlin', those were pretty much the same to him
My dad called him "The neighbor kid"
Next best thing to next-of-kin
I prob'ly would'a got beat up like a thousand more times than I did
If I didn't grow up next to him
And now my friends can just keep on talkin'
Goin' on and on about a bunch of lies
When's the last time any of them saw him? Or even called him?
He wasn't that bad a guy
I drink one for my friend Bobby
Ran his car right off the road
On accident? On purpose?
Darlin', even now we don't know
Drink one for our friend Bobby
Hopin' them gates'll let him in
On accident, on purpose?
Darlin', those were pretty much the same to him
Those were pretty much the same to him
Those were pretty much the same to him
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Writer(s): Donovan Clark Woods
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