| Cops found him on a Sunday
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| So we all met up Monday night
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| I guess we always kinda figured this might happen, someday
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| It’s just a drag that we were right
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| Everybody tellin' me that he’s in heaven
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| «He's prob’ly smilin' down on us right now»
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| But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
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| Even I have my doubts
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| We drink one for our friend Bobby
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| Ran his car right off the road
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| On accident? |
| On purpose?
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| Darlin', even now we don’t know
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| Drink one for our friend Bobby
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| Open them gates and let him in
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| On accident, on purpose
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| Darlin', those were pretty much the same to him
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| My dad called him «The neighbor kid»
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| Next best thing to next-of-kin
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| I prob’ly would’a got beat up like a thousand more times than I did
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| If I didn’t grow up next to him
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| And now my friends can just keep in talkin'
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| Goin' on and on about a bunch of lies
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| When’s the last time any of them saw him? |
| Or even called him?
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| He wasn’t that bad a guy
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| I drink one for my friend Bobby
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| Ran his car right off the road
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| On accident? |
| On purpose?
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| Darlin', even now we don’t know
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| Drink one for our friend Bobby
|
| Open them gates and let him in
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| On accident, on purpose?
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| Darlin', those were pretty much the same to him
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| Those were pretty much the same to him
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| Those were pretty much the same to him |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Our Friend Bobby , by - Donovan Woods. Song from the album Both Ways, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня