LYRIC FOR SALE

By Kirby Murphy

(Verse 1)
12 pack in the back seat
Heading down to the old creek
Where me and all my friends meet
At the end
Of the week

(Verse 2)
Place where everybody
Loves to party
An all these hours ive been working
Like we ever get to do it hardly

(Chorus)x2
Old bon fire still justa burning
Boy let me tell you something
Without any friends
You aint got nothing

(Verse 3)
And by god im sit on that ole log
Have few drinks
Sing a few good songs
Case you didnt know
Well then you dont need to
Those memories you always cling to

(Chorus)x2
Old bon fire still justa burning
Boy let me tell you something
Without any friends
You aint got nothing