I'd be a dead man hanging around,
if it weren't for my pals in this town.
I'd wouldn't go down to the joint,
there'd be no pleasure, there'd be no point,
And if I ain't got no money--
if I aint' got a thing, they think that that's funny.
I know they'll put up with me, for awhile.
They see me comin' down the street, lookin' real beat--
it's like seein' themselves and it makes 'em smile.
See each other play in the little bars--
sit around the campfire under the stars.
Can you recover, are you feeling allright?
Where's the party gonna be tonight?
Yeah, and if they ain't got no money--
if they ain't got a thing, they think that that's funny.
They know I'll put up with them, for awhile.
I see 'em comin' down the street, lookin' real beat--
it's like seein' myself and it makes me smile.
One oughta get married, and one has twice--
niether wants to listen to my advice.
Out in the sunshine I see them spralled.
When I leave this town I'm gonna miss them all.
Autor(es): Greg Brown