A Good Friend To The Blues

Broken hearts, empty bottles

A smoky room and dim dim lights

You bend them guitar strings

While a sad eyed lady sings one for the high times

And the low times

And we all know life never goes quite like you planned it

But at least your companions you can choose

And I have been a good friend

Yes a good friend

I have been a good friend to the blues

Well he'll come callin'

When that little red rooster's crowin'

Howlin' like a hound dog at my door

When I'd just as soon be sleepin'

But I'll say I'm glad to see him

Ain't that what friends are for

We'll shoot the breeze

Until the wee wee hours

Just like a couple old bums do

Yes I have been a good friend

Some kind of good friend

I have been a good friend to the blues

Broken hearts, beat up guitar cases

Call it luck or call it payin' dues

But I have been a good friend

Such a very good friend

I have been a good friend to the blues

Yeah yeah