Roger Miller - Old Friends lyrics

Old friends, pitching pennies in the park Playing croquet 'till it's dark, old friends Old friends, swapping lies of lives and loves Pitching popcorn to the doves, old friends Old friends, looking up to watch a bird Holding arms to climb a curb, old friends, old friends Old friends, Lord when all my work is done Bless my life and grant me one, old friend At least one, old friend Old friends, looking up to watch a bird Holding arms to climb a curb, old friends Old friends, Lord when all my work is done Bless my life and grant me one, old friend At least one, old friend