Oh my friend, you sure were tested Sometimes money was invested There were strange things that you digested Though you never once confessed it Your record won't be beat or bested No one can smear or second guess it I guess somebody must have blessed it Cause here you are rusted and rested So goodbye, good luck and thank you, my old friend The gears still turn although one journey's at an end But I feel somehow that we'll meet up again The road's just one big circle Made of twists and bends We always minused it and plussed it Each time you got yanked, cranked and adjusted And in some races we got dusted And then we cursed it and we cussed it But every time that we got busted We finagled it and fussed it Through it all it's you I trusted Now here you are rested and rusted So goodbye, good luck and thank you, my old friend The gears still turn although one journey's at an end But I feel somehow that we'll meet up again The road's just one big circle Full of twists and bends Sometimes we had our differences Sometimes you took my side Got stuck in the snow and muck Survived some crazy rides But we found a way around most times we couldn't drive straight through Next time that I stall, I might put in a call to you So goodbye, good luck and thank you my old friend It's a crime we didn't have more time to spend But I feel somehow that we'll meet up again The road's just one big circle made of twists and bends The road's just one big circle made of twists and bends The road's just one big circle made of twists and bends, Amen!