Dear Friends

Dear friends You are angels and drunks You are may child Old friends And you stuck a pin in my pile of sin And this is a note for a road sign Cuttin' the breeze in this Tennesee sundown Came the sounds of the voices I know I've been pondering trees On the steeliest come down But now a moment I'm home I've got bluster enough For the sales of a clipper And the truth never frays a good yarn But it struck me to say while so far away You are with me today You are here are in my head, in my heart Dear friends You are angels and drunks You are may child Old friends You stuck a pin in my pile of sin And you are the stars I navigate home by