I met an old friend this morning And I stopped him and called him by name I said, "The years haven't changed youBut he said, " Good Lord, how you've changed!"So we stood there and talked on the cornerAnd remembered the good times we hadThen he asked if we're happy togetherAnd I only smiled and I said" Yes, she keeps me off the streets And she keeps me out of trouble Sometimes at night, Lord, when I hear the wind I wish I was crazy again, yes, I wish I was crazy again"Then we stopped in at a tavernWe had us a round or twoWe called ourselves old desperado's, old desperado'sAs old friends are likely to doWe sat for a while and rememberedThen he said, " Let's have just one more"I said, " I'd sure like to join you But best be goin' on home"" Yes, she keeps me off the streets She keeps me off the streets"
I met an old friend this morning And I stopped him and called him by name I said, "The years haven't changed youBut he said, " Good Lord, how you've changed!"So we stood there and talked on the cornerAnd remembered the good times we hadThen he asked if we're happy togetherAnd I only smiled and I said" Yes, she keeps me off the streets And she keeps me out of trouble Sometimes at night, Lord, when I hear the wind I wish I was crazy again, yes, I wish I was crazy again"Then we stopped in at a tavernWe had us a round or twoWe called ourselves old desperado's, old desperado'sAs old friends are likely to doWe sat for a while and rememberedThen he said, " Let's have just one more"I said, " I'd sure like to join you But best be goin' on home"" Yes, she keeps me off the streets She keeps me off the streets"
