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My Best Friend Danny

I met him in nineteen fifty-six
he was my best friend
him and I, was always in a fix
of our fights, we always did mend.

There was the time
we painted the fence
wanted to do the job, real fine
used a whole gallon of paint
it didn't make sense
my brother dave asked,
'What happened to all the paint'?
when we told him, 'We used it all, '
he laughed, I thought, he was going to faint,
thru the years, with that story,
we have really had a ball

Then there was the time
we tried to chop down the tree
my brother got mad, but the three was mine
oh, we were so care-free

I never forget the racoon,
that followed us home,
he seemed to like our radio
that was playing a tune
the racoon, seemed so a lone

I never forgot the indian head
pennies, he sold me,
he stole them, of crime he led,
he had taken them from his dad
I should have known, he sold them so cheap
to get them back, his father was glad

He always did something
to me that was real mean
to make up, a present he would bring
of our friendship, he would lean

He taught me how to smoke
this you say, you call a friend.
when I could have had a stroke,
but he always had money to lend

When I didn't have any friends at all,
Danny was always, by my side
and it sure made me feel tall
if any one picked on me, he would
beat their hide

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