Roger Miller - Old Friends Lyrics
Old friends, pitching pennies in the parkPlaying croquet til its dark, old friendsMmm old friends, swapping lies of lives and lovesPitching popcorn to the doves, old friendsOld friends, looking up to watch a birdHolding arms to climb a kerb, old friendsOld friends, lord when all my work is doneBless my life and grant me one, old friendAt least one, old friendOld friends, looking up to watch a birdHolding arms to climb a kerb, old friendsOld friends, lord when all my work is doneBless my life and grant me one, old friendAt least one, old friend