OLD FRIENDS By Tom Jensen
It looks like
I’m stuck inside the house again
Because I said goodbye
To all of my party friends
Going straight
can be so tough
When I’m alone
it’s especially rough
That is why I write for you
It really kills the time thinking up rhymes
After all that I’ve been through
If you listen up then I can save you some time
I’ve written stoned
I’ve written sauced
But I had trouble
Getting my point across
While trying to find myself
I often got lost
But with the devil gone
Now I’m the boss
The liquor store’s
It’s still open
My dealer
He’s still smokin’
Only one call away
I could ease my mind
Get a little number
That’s why I took his number
And I threw it away
Before I throw it all away
Girls who’ve been with me
They always forced me to choose
Now every one of them is history
And I’m the one left singing the blues
Anytime I hear about old friends
It’s only been bad news
Something like, “Hey, he’s in jail”
“Can I borrow some money for bail?”
I’d ask how he got there
They answered the cops found all the clues
The men in blue arrived at his house…
And started asking questions
Smelled something funny…
So he got bagged for possession
When he goes to church
He should ask god for repentance
The last time he got called into the station
Judge gave him probation
With a two-year suspended sentence
The list goes on and on
And it keeps getting worse
All my friends are hexed
I had to cross my name
Off of the list
Before I was next
For this black cloud hanging over me
It’ll follow me for two years
Before I am free
And if my probation officer I don’t see
I’ll sleep for the next six months
Inside a correctional facility