A friend of mine, Albert,
I ain't seen in too many years,
And how's old what's -her -name?
Is she still in the game?
I ain't talked to her in a month or two.
He said, how could that possibly be?
you were like birds of a feather
you're so good with one another
i said i remember that feeling
from the not too distant past
but lately i've been walking around
i got them i done her wrong
and i'm walking these holes in my shoes
She don't come back, I'll die,
and if she does, I'll just sigh,
and do the same thing all over blues
you got yourself in a bad situation,
you better get yourself on track right away
You ain't got no use for that
self -imposed deprivation,
just call her on the phone
I said, easier said than done, Albert,
I've been doing this for so long
And with such strong conviction,
it's kinda like I own this affliction
ain't you gained some weight
He said, don't go changing the subject,
you've still got your head up
I got them eyes done wrong,
And I'm walking these holes in my shoes
and do the same thing all over
C .T. It's as simple as A .V .C.
You need that woman by your side
I said, if I hurt her again
And Albert, that doesn't thrill me
He said, well, by whose hand
He said, and the truth of the
Birds of a feather like bread and butter,
you're so good with one another.
If you just take them blinders off,
son, that thing can last.
Or you can keep walking around with Joe.
I got them, I done her wrong,
And I'm walking these holes in my shoes.
She don't come back, I'll die,
and if she does, I'll just sigh.
And do the same thing all over blues
If she don't come back, I'll die
And if she does, I'd just change
Cause I don't want the same thing
