Your Brand New Friend
Walkin' down torpedo road
In my mouth I keep a rose
A gift from someone with a burning soul
Everybody turns to see
This strange cowboy on the street
Pushing hard their telephone's screens
Got a star striped mule
That I found in Austin town
I was the fastest guitar player around
Now somebody says I'm old
But I know it can't say nothing
Because as I get older I know more
When you hear that sound
Well you can't go wrong
Your brand new friend's in town
I was born under the sun
On the border with California
So don't think you're cooler then me
I got stones in my pocket
I got sand in my shoes
My hands are clean but rude
I got sons in every state
Some of them call me mate
But all their mothers want to bring me down
When you hear that sound
Well you can't go wrong
Your brand new friend's in town
I was born under the sun
On the border with California
So don't think you're cooler then me
Cause I play like this
I don't say I'm a good man
But you know at least who is
Everybody choses their own way to live
Tell me are you looking for
A woman, money, fame or god
Listen, I got an advice to you
When you hear that sound
Well you can't go wrong
Your brand new friend's in town
I was born under the sun
On the border with California
So don't think you're cooler then me
When you hear that sound
Well you can't go wrong
Your brand new friend's in town
I was born under the sun
On the border with California
So don't think you're cooler then me
Cause you ain't
When you hear that sound
Well you can't go wrong
Your brand new friend's in town
In my mouth I keep a rose
A gift from someone with a burning soul
Everybody turns to see
This strange cowboy on the street
Pushing hard their telephone's screens
Got a star striped mule
That I found in Austin town
I was the fastest guitar player around
Now somebody says I'm old
But I know it can't say nothing
Because as I get older I know more
When you hear that sound
Well you can't go wrong
Your brand new friend's in town
I was born under the sun
On the border with California
So don't think you're cooler then me
I got stones in my pocket
I got sand in my shoes
My hands are clean but rude
I got sons in every state
Some of them call me mate
But all their mothers want to bring me down
When you hear that sound
Well you can't go wrong
Your brand new friend's in town
I was born under the sun
On the border with California
So don't think you're cooler then me
Cause I play like this
I don't say I'm a good man
But you know at least who is
Everybody choses their own way to live
Tell me are you looking for
A woman, money, fame or god
Listen, I got an advice to you
When you hear that sound
Well you can't go wrong
Your brand new friend's in town
I was born under the sun
On the border with California
So don't think you're cooler then me
When you hear that sound
Well you can't go wrong
Your brand new friend's in town
I was born under the sun
On the border with California
So don't think you're cooler then me
Cause you ain't
When you hear that sound
Well you can't go wrong
Your brand new friend's in town
Credits
Writer(s): Osvaldo Di Dio
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