(Tom T. Hall)
I lie on back and I look at the ceiling
My body's caressed by a cool summer breeze
I won't have no friends and I won't have no sweethearts
Unless they're as crazy as me.
I might have been rich and I might have been famous
But I wouldn't follow the dreams
It went up a mountain and I stayed in the valley
With people as crazy as me.
(He won't have no friends and he won't have no sweethearts
Unless they're as crazy as him.)
--- Instrumental ---
You know nothing can get you if you ain't got nothing
And you ain't got hardly nobody to please
I've got friends a plenty they're better than enemies
But they're all as crazy as me.
I might have been rich and I might have been famous
But I wouldn't follow the dreams
It went up a mountain and I stayed in the valley
With people as crazy as me.
(He won't have no friends and he won't have no sweethearts
Unless they're as crazy as him.)
When they write it all down in the Big Book in heaven
They'll give us a cabin out under the trees
I'll lie on my back and stare at the ceiling
With people as crazy as me.
I might have been rich and I might have been famous
But I wouldn't follow the dreams
It went up a mountain and I stayed in the valley
With people as crazy as me.
(He won't have no friends and he won't have no sweethearts
Unless they're as crazy as him...)
