In Need

Hey, hey, mama; mama, what you tryin' to do?

You keep on talkin' to me, 'till your face turns blue.

Well, do you think i'm a young boy, yet to make up my mind?

Well, i'm just castin' all my toys, i'm gonna' leave what's behind me, behind.

I'm gonna' leave what's behind me, behind.





I saw an old high school friend, just the other day,

He didn't ask me how i'd been, he asked me "how was my pay?"

Now, do you call this a friendship, judging from what he said?

If you do, i've a real tip: ain't nobody gonna' know about my bread.

Ain't nobody gonna' know about my bread.





If you got somebody, that you can trust to the very end,

I said if you do, i want to be like you, 'cause you sure got a real good friend.

You sure got a real good friend.

Friend ...

Friend ...






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