Brian Cadd Fairweather Friend
Talk to me my sweet highway
Be my friend
Gonna get back to Georgia
In the end
Sweet talkin' women never made me stay
You and them, babe, it's gonna keep 'em away
Get back home to the phone, late
Tell 'er I'm comin' home
Tell 'er I'm comin'
Don't know when
I don't wanna mourn
With no fairweather friends again
Hear the piano man playin' on the radio
Tellin' me to take it easy, baby
I gotta go
Talk to me freeway
I'm-a doin' real fine
Even could be lucky
On the county linе
Get back home to the phonе, late
Tell 'er I'm comin' home
Tell 'er I'm comin'
Don't know when
I don't wanna mourn
With no fairweather friends again
Had a lot of money
And I blew it on a wayward lady, alright
Had a true friend with me
He was a little bit crazy, alright
Help me baby, let me find the way
Take me back mama, I'll be home to stay, yeah yeah yeah
Ahhh ohhh mhmm
Get home
Get back home to the phone, late
Tell 'em I'm comin' home
Get back home to the phone, lady
Tell 'em I'm comin' home
Don't wanna mourn
With no fairweather friends again
Don't wanna mourn
With no fairweather friends again
Get back (get back) home
Get back (get back) home
Ooo, get back (get back) home
Ah, get back (get back) home
Get back home to the phone, baby
Get back home to the phone, baby now
Get back (get back) home
Easy
(Get back) home
(Get back) home, late
I said get back
(Get back) home
Mmm, take it down south
Cause I
(Get back) home
