Friendly blues

A bunch of amigos 
Looking to make a name
Not for fortune
Not for fame


Not sure what we were doing
Just looking for a good time

We’d go out driving
Gasoline with just a dime

We’d be flying down the road
Pushing our luck

A bunch of boys in the back
But who gives a fuck

We’d be sliding and hiding
From all them cops

But them sheriffs couldn’t catch us
only our own damn thoughts

I wanna say thank you
To the boys I know
A good feeling
When your real low

But cheers man
We were just kids driving fast, 
chilling in parking lots
 and skipping class

Now the struggle is real
And life is a task
So give me some whiskey..
To fill up my flask


I wanna say thank you
To the boys I know
A good feeling
When your real low

Don’t get lost with how life is
It’s a fast road

A bunch of new miles on us
But our bones still remain
Hell we even still fuss
It’s how we keep each other 
from going insane


Let the restless soul pass on now
And rest them engine roars

All people grow old and settle down
But I want ya’Lk to remember

I wanna say thank you
To the boys I know
A good feeling
When your real low



Nothings changed
Just a little different now
But what I want you to know
Is adios amigos

Country, western, deep, male vocals, fun, adventure, rowdy