Find Out Who Your Friends Are

Run your car off the side of the road
Get stuck in the ditch way out in the middle of no where
Or get yourself in a bind
Lose your shirt off your back
Need a floor, need a couch, need a bus fare
This is where the rubber meets the road
This is where the cream is gonna rise
This is what you really didn't know
This is where the truth don't lie
You find out who your friends are
Somebody's gonna drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas, get there fast
Never stop to think
"What's in it for me?"
or "It's way too far"
They just show on up
With their big ol' heart
Everybody wants to slap your back
Wants to shake your hand
When you're up on top of that mountain
But let one of those rocks give way
Then you slide back down
Looked up and see who's then
This ain't when the road comes to an end
This ain't when the bandwagon stops
This is just one of those times when,
A lot of folks jump off.
You find out who your friends are.
When the water's high
When the weather's not so fair
When the well runs dry
Who's gonna be there?
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Man i been there...
Man i been there...



Credits
Writer(s): Casey Michael Beathard, Edward Monroe Hill
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