DKTIMBOB
This song is a continued restatement of the don't know how to live theme, but kinda different. It also revisits the song from August 7, 2020 - Willie Nelson is Our Favorite Country Music Guy - but it's all sad. It's like the guys who start out all happy in this album get all sad cuz they dunno if they can help their friend.
The lyrics are:
Our friend is suffering, and our hand just wringWe don't know just what to do
We called the preacher-man, and now he is on hand
We don't know just what to do
We like to drink beer and some whiskey
Listening to country music songs
It might make us tear with eyes, misty
And we always like to sing along
We hope she will get well; It feels like she's in hell
We don't know just what to do
We're feeling helpless, and; She's drowning in the sand
We don't know just what to do
I am Timmy, and I'm kinda skinny, bald, and I am drinking, and we have a cat
I am Bobby, and I'm not a baldy, but I got a mustache, and I'm kinda fat
Willie Nelson is our favorite country music guy
He is best, he knows how to sing good and make us cry
Blue eyes crying in the rain, like sighing water mains, they're rising to occasions
Blue eyes soaking in the rain, with spoken pain, it's a broken water main
Blue eyes crying in the rain and they're sad like Harry Potter
Blue eyes singing with the pain and we ask, "Why?" Well, they are not sure
Blue eyes crying in the rain with streaming weather vanes are melting all our pain
I am Bobby, and I'm not a baldy, but I got a mustache, and I'm kinda fat
Willie Nelson is our favorite country music guy
He is best, he knows how to sing good and make us cry
Blue eyes crying in the rain, like sighing water mains, they're rising to occasions
Blue eyes soaking in the rain, with spoken pain, it's a broken water main
Blue eyes crying in the rain and they're sad like Harry Potter
Blue eyes singing with the pain and we ask, "Why?" Well, they are not sure
Blue eyes crying in the rain with streaming weather vanes are melting all our pain
Our friend is suffering, and our hand just wring
We don't know just how to live
We called the preacher-man, and now he is on hand
We don't know just how to live
We don't know just how to live
We called the preacher-man, and now he is on hand
We don't know just how to live
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