A Good Friend

The world blessed me with a trusted friend;
He's one I'd never trade;
For all the money or horses on earth;
'Cause to me, he's "Custom Made."

He'll always tell me when I do something right;
And gently warn me when I'm wrong;
He'll grimace when I miss a note;
But he still wants to hear the song.

He lifts me up when I'm feeling blue;
When I'm cocky, he knocks me down;
Mistakes of the past are long forgotten;
He's just great to have around.

He can laugh with me or cry with me;
He usually knows which one to do;
He's always there, right where I need him;
To help see my troubles through.

We're close enough to disagree;
On how the world is goin';
And, ya' know, when we're on different sides;
I still feel the friendship growin'.

So, come over here and meet this guy;
The closest friend I ever had;
He's known to the world by a thousand names;
But, me, I just call him, "Dad."


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