Paul Pedana - Oh My Old Friend testo lyric

TESTO

My two soles are worn out
My hands full of calluses
But i still have a little hope

I’m on the bones of my arse
And have a damn leaky wallet
But i still have a little hope

Oh my old friend , Oh my old friend
Ain’t got no home
Where i belong

From my car’s engine belly
A dark smoke is billowing
But i still have a little hope
John Rains the towndrunk
He’ain’t got no gamp for whiskey rain
But i still have a little hope (He Doesn’t)

Oh my old friend, Oh my old friend,
Ain’t got no home where i belong

I was born in a stillhouse
My toys were the hogsheads
And i still have a little dope

I had a whiskey belly since i was twelve
A golden smile with cigarette
And i still have a tar roll-up

Oh my old friend, oh my old friend
Ain’t got no home where i belong

Willy Red the thinkerer
He ain’t got no money
He ain’t got no friends
But he still have a little thought

Molly Dones is at the bar
She’s cuckolded cause of her chap
But she still have a loaded gun

Oh my old friend, oh my old friend
Ain’t got no home where i belong

Tony Raw the Meatman
He ain’t got no more good ribs to chop
But he still have his cleaver thoug

My bottle is empty now
My liver goodbye
But i stll am a little dry.

Oh my old friend, oh my old friend
Ain’t got no home where i belong