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
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