Friend of Mine

He was flying eight miles high singing those cocaine blues
In a little room down in Memphis
With the king who sang about his blue suede shoes
Always falling into a ring of fire did his best to walk that line
His guitar cut right thru the center of my soul
Johnny Cash he was a friend of mine

Lived his life out of a suitcase
Singing songs about days gone by
Drinking way to many sleepless nights
Searching for his lonely way back home

He always seemed to throw away the good things
Talked about women and the good times to come
Tell you all about Bobbie Magee
And then help you make it thru the night
You could see him walking with his guitar
Talking to the devil with the silver tongue
Asking the Lord why Kris Kristofferson is a friend of mine

Lived his life out of a suitcase
Singing songs about days gone by
Drinking way to many sleepless nights
Searching for his lonely way back home

He still cry's about her blue eyes in the rain
And his angel flying too close to the ground
Talking about being out there on the road again swimming
In that whiskey river till he almost drowned
You never know when you might see the redheaded stranger
Maybe on a train or in a bar at night
When I pick up my guitar he's always on my mind
Willie will always be a good friend of mine

Lived his life out of a suitcase
Singing songs about days gone by
Drinking way to many sleepless nights
Searching for his lonely way back home