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