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Gregory Alan Isakov

Old Friend

 

Old Friend

(album: Rust Colored Stones - 2003)


Me and an old friend
Turning dials, laugh at the Christian stations
We've seen our share of naughty smiles from the lord
But this time of night there's no sign of him or anyone
But the passing prowl of police

Just catch us on our best behavior

There's no doing wrong this time of night
All the lights flashing yellow
And all the world is counting sheep

Just wait till you catch us on our best behavior
Me and an old friend in a pickup
Laugh at the things nobody ever does
'Cause we still know how to walk alone

And I'm too proud to pray
As we do this alone
There's just no sign of him or anyone

The passing prowl of police

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