The Preacher

Long ago back in the day When my beard was full My hair wasn’t gray Had a bike and used to ride Had a friend from LA He had been to Nam Had worn as badge Tough as nails hard as steel One day word came around He was down and feelin’ bad Going to kill him self And anyone who came around A friend is a friend A good one is hard to find And there’s a bond You don’t set aside I got my bike And I set off Wondering if so I be dead Knock on his door And waited in dread He opened the door And looked me in the eye If you’re going to kill yourself Can I have your bike He smiled and said You wouldn’t want that It got too many problems I just wanted To see who were my friends Come on inside