My Buddies

Gotta buddy that knows all my songs

It was always me & him in a "George's Bar" singalong

Times were simple and our trucks were the same

All we had was some cutoff tshirts and our names

We made it through that summer of booze and chunkin rocks

No matter the miles, he's one of the best friends that I got

Through thick & thin, he's got my back

When push comes to shove, he'll be where it's at

No matter how far, he's there when I call

I gotta buddy... How about y'all?

Gotta buddy, he goes by Two-Tone Chuck

He used to pimp a Honda, now he drives a truck

When we get together, we always pass a good time

He picks the guitar; you know I drop a rhyme

You know his family, they claim me as their own

He's my brother, no matter how far we roam

Through thick & thin, he's got my back

When push comes to shove, he'll be where it's at

No matter how far, he's there when I call

I gotta buddy... How about y'all?

Some folks come, and some folks go

Most are quick to leave when it's a tough row to hoe

Good boots and good friends are sure hard to find

Each night I thank the Good Lord that I've found mine