[Verse 1] Six-forty on a Tuesday, Kroger lot, the Buick says click-click-nothing I call Ray 'cause Ray's the only number I still know by heart He shows up in his slippers, hasn't paid that Visa since July Says "Red clamp on the red one, Danny, you're not gonna die" [Chorus] Some friends send a text Some friends send a prayer emoji Ray just backs his truck up Nose to nose with me Hood up in the sleet, swearing at the latch Twenty years of this — I owe him, and he never keeps the tab [Verse 2] He's been wrong about the Bengals every season since '09 He told my wife at Easter what I paid for these boots — thanks, Ray We don't hug, we don't do feelings We do "turn it over, try again" And I hate how much I need that And I don't [Chorus] Some friends send a text Some friends send a prayer emoji Ray just backs his truck up Nose to nose with me Hood up in the sleet, swearing at the latch Twenty years of this — I owe him, and he never keeps the tab [Break - half-spoken] (It caught. It caught. Don't touch it — let it run.) [Final Chorus] So when your Ford goes quiet Out on 42 at two a.m. Don't you dare text me, Ray Just call — I know the drill Red on red, black to the bolt, I'll stand there in the sleet And you can finally owe me one For once [Outro] He's still got my good cables.
