My Friend
Hey, look out for my glass up there, man!
Thats my drink, man, thats my drink, alright...
Make it a double, or eh...
Somebody has to sing
Some body will sing?
Somebody will sing, right?
(I dont know!)
Yall pass me that bottle,
And Ill sing you all a real song
Yeah!
Let me get my key, ahum!
Well, Im looking through harlem
My stomach squeal just a little more
A stagecouch full of feathers and footprints,
Pulls up to soapbox door
Now a lady with a pearlhandled necktie
Tied to the drivers fence
Breathes in my face,
Bourbon and coke possessed words
& quot;havent I seen you somewhere in hell,
Or was it just an accident?
(you know how I felt then, and so:)
Before I could ask was it the east or west side?
My feet they howled in pain
The wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep,
But not as deep in my mind as the rain
And as they pulled away I could see her words
Stagger and fall on my muddy tent
Well I picked them up, brushed them off,
To see what they say,
And you wouldnt believe:
'come around to my room, with the tooth in the middle,
And bring along the bottle and a president
And eh sometimes its not so easy, baby
Especially when your only friend,
Talks, sees, looks and feels like you,
And you do just the same as him
(gets very lonely up this road, baby)
(yeah, hmmm, yeah)
(got more to say!)
Well Im riding through la (huh),
On a bicycle built for fools
And I seen one of my old buddies
And he say, you dont look the way you usually do
I say, well, some people look like a coin-box
He say, look like you aint got no coins to spare
And I laid back and I thought to myself, and I said this:
I just picked up my pride from underneath the pay phone,
And combed this breath right out of my hair
And sometimes its not so easy
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song performed by Jimi Hendrix
Added by Lucian Velea
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