It's late at night and I'm sick of it all. Sick of slick politicians. Sick of slick hookers sucking in millions of bucks off a seedy little story. Sick of race hustlers. Sick of the whole sick shooting match.
Time to reboot. Let's see. Yes, I think this will do for a start. Instead of the worst of us, let's keep looking at the best of us.
"When the water's high
When the weather's not so fair
When the well runs dry
Who's gonna be there?
You find out who your friends are...."
Makes me ask, yet again, "What have we done to deserve such men? How can we do more?"
See you on the flip side.
Run your car off the side of the road
Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere
Or get yourself in a bind,
Lose the 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 where 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
You find out who your friends are.
Everybody wants to slap your back
Wants to shake your hand
When you’re up on top of that mountain
Then one of those rocks will get wet
And you slide back down
Look up and see who’s around then
This is where the road comes to an end
This is where the band wagon stops
This is just one of those times when
A lotta folks jump off.
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
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?
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
You find out who your friends are.
You find out who your friends are.
Run your car off the side of the road
Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere
Man I been there
Or get yourself in a bind
Lose the shirt off your back
Need a floor, need a couch
Need a bus fare…
Man I been there
Man I been there…
-- TRACY LAWRENCE FIND OUT WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE
Posted by Vanderleun at March 21, 2008 11:07 PM | TrackBack"Man I been there".
Not in the same way those boys in 10th Mtn have, but with the sense conveyed by the song. Man I have been there.
And it doesn't take a focus group, or an inner child workshop, or some other damned facet of the pussified world we inhabit to understand exactly what is meant by the words and photos of your post.
Sick of it. Yes. And Fu** 'em if they can't take a joke.
Dan Patterson
Arrogant Infidel
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