Down behind the filling station The old men talked in desperation 'bout what times had been Everyone agreed they'd seen better days And Charlie Zink was the first to say As he wiped the wine from his chin
"Was a time when a man was down and broke, he could turn to any friend Who would take him in Feed him well, treat him right And put him on the road again"
People just don't do that anymore The TV sings like a salesman door to door You'd have to be too honest to be poor And people just don't do that anymore
Six o'clock on the city, farm raising hell Old Charlie rang the dinner bell So we all sat down to pray It was a glass of water and potato stew He blessed himself when he was through Then stood up to say
"It's a shame I can't remember your name But any friend of what's-his-face is a friend of mine just the same Always made you feel at home"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
