Friend is a word that I don't throw around
Though it's used and abused, I still like the sound
I save it for people who've done right by me
Some of my friends drive big limousines
Own ranches and banks and visit with queens
And some of my friends are up to their neck
In overdue notes and can't write a check
They're singers or ropers or writers of prose
And others, God bless 'em, can't blow their own nose
I guess bein' friends don't have nothin' to do
With talent or money or knowin' who's who
It's a comfortable feelin' when you don't have to care
'Bout choosin' your words or bein' quite fair
'Cause friends'll just listen and let go on by
Those words you don't mean and not bat an eye
It makes a friend happy to see your success
They're proud of yer good side and forgive all the rest
And that ain't so easy, all of the time
Sometimes I get crazy and seem to go blind
Yer friend just might have to take you on home
Or remind you sometime that you're not alone
Or ever so gently pull you back to the ground
When you think you can fly with no one around
A hug or a shake, whichever seems right
Is the high point of givin', I'll tell ya tonight
All wordly riches and tributes of men
Can't hold a candle to the worth of a friend
- Baxter Black
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