Me And My Ole Friends

neotraditional country, ballad, honky tonk

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Verse 1
There’s a porch light hummin’ in the July rain,
Tin roof tappin’ out your name,
A half-smoked cigarette dyin’ in the tray,
And your goodbye still won’t go away.

On the second shelf past the family frames,
Stand a row of bottles with familiar names,
Small batch, single barrel, ninety proof grin,
They’re the first ones out when the night rolls in.

Pre-Chorus
They don’t ask no questions, they don’t judge my sin,
They just sit there quiet till I let ’em in.

Chorus
It’s me and my ole friends, amber in a glass,
Talkin’ ’bout tomorrow, runnin’ from the past,
They burn like Sunday truth, they go down like lies,
They keep me good company when the lonely gets high.

Ain’t no choir singin’, ain’t no saints walkin’ in,
Just a kitchen table confession and a slow hurt mend,
When the world gets heavy and the heartache begins,
It’s just me and my ole friends.

Verse 2
Mama used to tell me, “Son, those boys ain’t true,
They’ll take all your money, then they’ll take you too,”
But Mama ain’t been here since the flowers turned brown,
And you sure ain’t callin’ from the other side of town.

So I pour out a memory, I sip on regret,
Light up the jukebox in my head,
There’s a fiddle somewhere in the cracks of the floor,
Playin’ every song I don’t need no more.

Pre-Chorus
They don’t fix nothin’, they don’t bring you back,
But they soften up the edges where the cold cuts bad.

Bridge
Bottled-in-bond knows the words I won’t say,
Kentucky straight keeps the wolves away,
But come sunrise they’re still on the shelf,
And I’m still here tryin’ to forgive myself.

I know they ain’t saviors, I know they ain’t kin,
But they show up steady when the dark creeps in,
One more pour and one more prayer,
To a God I hope is still listenin’ there.

Final Chorus
Yeah, it’s me and my ole friends, amber in a glass,
Holdin’ on to something that don’t ever last,
They burn like Sunday truth, they go down like lies,
They leave me with the morning and these bloodshot eyes.

Maybe someday I’ll leave ’em there and let the daylight in,
Find a better kind of mercy than the bottle I been in,
But tonight the house is quiet and the heartache begins,
So it’s me and my ole friends.

Outro
Yeah, tonight the house is quiet,
And I’m back here again,
Just me…
And my ole friends.

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Verse 1 There’s a porch light hummin’ in the July rain, Tin roof tappin’ out your name, A half-smoked cigarette dyin’ in the tray, And your goodbye still won’t go away. On the second shelf past the family frames, Stand a row of bottles with familiar names, Small batch, single barrel, ninety proof grin, They’re the first ones out when the night rolls in. Pre-Chorus They don’t ask no questions, they don’t judge my sin, They just sit there quiet till I let ’em in. Chorus It’s me and my ole friends, amber in a glass, Talkin’ ’bout tomorrow, runnin’ from the past, They burn like Sunday truth, they go down like lies, They keep me good company when the lonely gets high. Ain’t no choir singin’, ain’t no saints walkin’ in, Just a kitchen table confession and a slow hurt mend, When the world gets heavy and the heartache begins, It’s just me and my ole friends. Verse 2 Mama used to tell me, “Son, those boys ain’t true, They’ll take all your money, then they’ll take you too,” But Mama ain’t been here since the flowers turned brown, And you sure ain’t callin’ from the other side of town. So I pour out a memory, I sip on regret, Light up the jukebox in my head, There’s a fiddle somewhere in the cracks of the floor, Playin’ every song I don’t need no more. Pre-Chorus They don’t fix nothin’, they don’t bring you back, But they soften up the edges where the cold cuts bad. Chorus It’s me and my ole friends, amber in a glass, Talkin’ ’bout tomorrow, runnin’ from the past, They burn like Sunday truth, they go down like lies, They keep me good company when the lonely gets high. Ain’t no choir singin’, ain’t no saints walkin’ in, Just a kitchen table confession and a slow hurt mend, When the world gets heavy and the heartache begins, It’s just me and my ole friends. Bridge Bottled-in-bond knows the words I won’t say, Kentucky straight keeps the wolves away, But come sunrise they’re still on the shelf, And I’m still here tryin’ to forgive myself. I know they ain’t saviors, I know they ain’t kin, But they show up steady when the dark creeps in, One more pour and one more prayer, To a God I hope is still listenin’ there. Final Chorus Yeah, it’s me and my ole friends, amber in a glass, Holdin’ on to something that don’t ever last, They burn like Sunday truth, they go down like lies, They leave me with the morning and these bloodshot eyes. Maybe someday I’ll leave ’em there and let the daylight in, Find a better kind of mercy than the bottle I been in, But tonight the house is quiet and the heartache begins, So it’s me and my ole friends. Outro Yeah, tonight the house is quiet, And I’m back here again, Just me… And my ole friends.

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