You get a pen and I'll get a paper we're gonna write ourselves a song
We'll drive the poetics crazy I don't think the damn thing's gonna rhyme
( steel )
I got a friend and I think he's goofy I guess he thinks the same about me
Guess it really takes one to know one and you look like an old friend of mine
( piano )
Out all night and acting crazy I've been up for two whole days
Turn me over and roll me over wind me up for one more rhyme
( harmonica )
Well he called me friend and he called me brother
I called him back but he was gone
He took my songs and he took my money
But the jokes on him he's the friend of a fool of a fool of a fool
( dobro )
You get a pen and I'll get a paper...
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