Well you and I, we’re buddies
And we’ve been since we first met
Me and you
Well we’ve sure been through
Our share of laughter and regret

Lord knows we’ve had our bad days
And more than once we’ve disagreed
But you’ve always been a friend to me

You can be so stubborn
There’s times I think you just like to fight
And I hope and pray
I live to see a day
When you say I might be right

And there’s times I’d rather kill you
Than listen to your honesty
But you’ve always been a friend to me

You’ve always been
Time and again
The one to take my hand
And show to me that it’s okay to be
Just the way I am
With no apology

Oh you’ve always been
And you will till God knows when
Yes you’ve always been a friend to me

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One hand reaches out
And pulls a lost soul from harm
While a thousand more go unspoken for
And they say “what good have you done
By saving just this one?”
It’s like whispering a prayer
In the fury of a storm

And I hear them saying “you’ll never change things
And no matter what you do it’s still the same thing”
But it’s not the world that I am changing
I do this so this world will know
That it will not change me

This heart still believes
That love and mercy still exist
While all the hatreds rage
And so many say
That love is all but pointless in madness such as this
It’s like trying to stop a fire
With the moisture from a kiss

And I hear them saying “you’ll never change things
And no matter what you do it’s still the same thing”
But it’s not the world that I am changing
I do this so this world will know
That it will not change me

As long as one heart still holds on
Then hope is never really gone

I hear them saying “you’ll never change things
And no matter what you do it’s still the same thing”
But it’s not the world that I am changing
I do this so this world we know
Never changes me

What I do is so
This world will know
That it will not change me

This ol’ highway’s getting longer
Seems there ain’t no end in sight
To sleep would be best,
But I just can’t afford to rest
I’ve got to ride in Denver tomorrow night

I called the house but no one answered
For the last two weeks no one’s been home
I guess she’s through with me,
To tell the truth I just can’t see
What’s kept the woman holding on this long

And the white line’s getting longer
And the saddle’s getting cold
I’m much too young to feel this damn old
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
I’m much too young to feel this damn old

The competition’s getting younger
Tougher broncs, you know I can’t recall
The worn out tape of Chris LeDoux,
Lonely women and bad booze
Seem to be the only friends I’ve left at all

And the white line’s getting longer
And the saddle’s getting cold
I’m much too young to feel this damn old
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
I’m much too young to feel this damn old

Lord, I’m much too young to feel this damn old