There are friends, there are acquaintances
But who you gonna call at four in the morn
Like a friend who will hang out
Down at the waffle house
When you're trying to sober up from the night before

Everybody needs a friend like that
One to share his last six pack
friend who will be there forever more

You need someone who can make you shake the blues
Brother to brother a friend through and through
Someone to talk to when you don't know what to do
Someone who'll take a bullet for you

It's last call, start a fight wth the whole [bad word] bar
And you got my back even though you know we're gonna lose
I use my one phone call down at the county jail
Cause I know I can count on you [bad word] and pay my bail