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

Vintage Blues Rock with Raspy Vocals and Soulful Guitar Solos