Fairweather Friend
Music and Lyrics by Garland Jeffreys
Boy boy, boy boy, rolling down the road
Boy boy, boy boy, what have you been told
Do you wear your jeans of blue
Oh that way is paved with gold
Boy boy, boy boy what have you been sold
Boy boy, no boy, you don't have to use your head
It's alright boy, you can use your feet instead
You don't have to worry about the French emissary
You don't have to dread
Boy boy, boy boy, just listen to what I have said
You can ask my poor old fairweather friend
If the hills are hard to find
It's the misty mountain tops of May
That'll make us change their minds.
Boy boy, boy boy, rolling down the road
Boy boy, boy boy, what have you been told.
You can smell the means by which your secret signs do unfold
Boy boy, boy boy, rolling down the road.
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