Lyrics to Friends
A church, a flashing light in a water tower
A farmer's son from small-town USA
He sings along out loud to the Ring of Fire
Down Highway 49 till it fades away
There's a party where that gravel meets the hayfield
If you park just right the radio out there comes in loud and clear
Where lovers waiting on their special song
When it comes on they sway along
Till the break of dawn and the cows come home
While others are cutting up and shooting bull
Holding cans and breaking rules
Up to no good but they ain't that bad
So here's to you and that hoot owl on the fence
And them friends you grew up with
A Texas 10, long legs, in her daddy's dually
Auburn hair, red lips, and her mama's smile
She's ready to roll, waiting on old Julie
Yeah, they're always late, but here to have a good time
Where lovers waiting on their special song
When it comes on they sway along
Till the break of dawn and the cows come home
While others are cutting up and shooting bull
Holding cans and breaking rules
Up to no good but they ain't that bad
So here's to you and that hoot owl on the fence
And them friends you grew up with
Some people change, some settle down, some take the highway outta town
The only thing that stays the same is all the memories that you made
Where lovers waiting on their special song
When it comes on they sway along
Till the break of dawn and the cows come home
While others are cutting up and shooting bull
Holding cans and breaking rules
Up to no good but they ain't that bad
So here's to you and that hoot owl on the fence
So make a little time every now and then
For them friends you grew up with
Make a little time
A farmer's son from small-town USA
He sings along out loud to the Ring of Fire
Down Highway 49 till it fades away
There's a party where that gravel meets the hayfield
If you park just right the radio out there comes in loud and clear
Where lovers waiting on their special song
When it comes on they sway along
Till the break of dawn and the cows come home
While others are cutting up and shooting bull
Holding cans and breaking rules
Up to no good but they ain't that bad
So here's to you and that hoot owl on the fence
And them friends you grew up with
A Texas 10, long legs, in her daddy's dually
Auburn hair, red lips, and her mama's smile
She's ready to roll, waiting on old Julie
Yeah, they're always late, but here to have a good time
Where lovers waiting on their special song
When it comes on they sway along
Till the break of dawn and the cows come home
While others are cutting up and shooting bull
Holding cans and breaking rules
Up to no good but they ain't that bad
So here's to you and that hoot owl on the fence
And them friends you grew up with
Some people change, some settle down, some take the highway outta town
The only thing that stays the same is all the memories that you made
Where lovers waiting on their special song
When it comes on they sway along
Till the break of dawn and the cows come home
While others are cutting up and shooting bull
Holding cans and breaking rules
Up to no good but they ain't that bad
So here's to you and that hoot owl on the fence
So make a little time every now and then
For them friends you grew up with
Make a little time
