Lyrics
I was thinkin' about you
Out stuck along the way
So many people passin' me by
Even when I show a little leg
If I could just thump on in
But it never works that way
Tried to forget about it, baby, and
Drown myself in a drink
And somebody knocked me off my chair and said
"You got a friend
You better call them, unless somebody's comin' to get you"
They said, "You got a friend
You better call them, unless somebody's comin' to get you"
So I picked myself up off the floor
Like one big bruise
I think a couple of broken ribs and
Some mother stole my shoes
Now I'm gonna have to walk it out
Tear up my feet
It's just another reminder, baby, that
Nothing works for me
And then a cop stopped and picked me up
He said, "You got a friend
You better call them, unless somebody's comin' to get you"
He said, "If you got a friend
You better call them, unless somebody's comin' to get you"
Then the lump on my head
Stale bread, and old cold coffee
What's a fella got to do
To get a call and just talk to you?
Get a call and just talk to you
Get a call and just talk to you
Then they said they'd loan me a dime
They said, "If you got a friend
You better call them, unless somebody's comin' to get you
They said, "If you've got a friend
You better call them, unless somebody's comin' to get you"
They said, "If you've got a friend
You better call them, unless somebody's comin' to get you"
I mean, "If you've got a friend
You better call them, unless somebody's comin' to get you"