Friend is a word 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 queens,
And some of my friends are up to there 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 nothin' to do
With talent or money or knowin' who's who.


.It's a comf'terbul feelin' when you don't have to care
'Bout choosin' 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 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 go blind!

Yer friend just might have to
take you home
Or remind you sometime that your 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 tellya tonight,
All wordly riches and tributes of men
Can't hold a candle to the worth of a friend.



Baxter Black