Текст Roger Miller – Old Friends

Old friends, pitching pennies in the park
Playing croquet ’til it’s dark, old friends
Mmm old friends, swapping lies of lives and loves
Pitching popcorn to the doves, old friends

Old friends, looking up to watch a bird
Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends
Old friends, lord when all my work is done
Bless my life and grant me one, old friend
At least one, old friend

Old friends, looking up to watch a bird
Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends
Old friends, lord when all my work is done
Bless my life and grant me one, old friend
At least one, old friend