| Well my good buddy John likes to tie one on And get drunk on Friday nights
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| And he’s just fine till the beer and shine combine
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| Then he’s Jekyll and Hyde
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| Starts cussin' 'bout his boss and the job he lost
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| And what he’d like to say to him
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| Then he reaches for his cell says what the hell
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| And that’s when I step in and I say
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| Chorus:
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| Friends don’t let their friends drink and dial
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| Don’t let their fingers do the walkin' when they’re whiskey wild
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| 'Cause they’re gonna wake up in the morning with a poundin' in their heads
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| And they’re gonna wish to God they could take back all the things they said
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| So when you see your buddy reachin' for the phone
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| Say friend wait awhile
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| 'Cause friends don’t let their friends drink and dial
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| Well my sister Diane lost her man
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| To her best old ex-girlfriend
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| Now the only time he crosses her mind
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| Is when the margaritas set in She’ll start thinkin' 'bout his blue eyes winkin'
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| And how he used to rock her world
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| She steps out in the hall to make booty call
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| And I say hold on girl because
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| Chorus
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| It ain’t ever been a good idea
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| To reach out and touch someone
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| When you’re flying high half outta of your mind
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| Blowin' a .21 and I say
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| Chorus
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| You know friends don’t let their friends
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| Drink and dial |