"Take
Care of Your Friends"
"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
And
I know I can count on, if ever need be.
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 nothing' to do
With
talent or money or knowin' who's who.
It's
a comf'terble feelin' when you don't have to care,
'Bout
chosin' 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
worldly riches and tributes of men,
Can't
hold a candle to the worth of a friend.
"Baxter
Black"
