Lyrics Cronies - Greg Brown

Cronies

I’d be a dead man hanging around
If it weren’t for my pals in this town
I’d wouldn’t go down to the joint
There’d be no pleasure, there’d be no point
Without c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-cronies
And if I ain’t got no money-
If I ain’t' got a thing, they think that that’s funny
I know they’ll put up with me, for awhile
They see me comin' down the street, lookin' real beat-
It’s like seein' themselves and it makes 'em smile
See each other play in the little bars-
Sit around the campfire under the stars
Can you recover, are you feeling allright?
Where’s the party gonna be tonight?
Yeah, and if they ain’t got no money-
If they ain’t got a thing, they think that that’s funny
They know I’ll put up with them, for awhile
I see 'em comin' down the street, lookin' real beat-
It’s like seein' myself and it makes me smile
One oughta get married, and one has twice-
Niether wants to listen to my advice
Out in the sunshine I see them spralled
When I leave this town I’m gonna miss them all