(David Munyon/S.P. Standley)

For my friend Charlie Sykes.

He said, I'll pay you back when I get up
the ex-wives have been crackin' their whips
I've been living in this mobile home
in Massachusetts
we've been through some different grooves
and some scattered thunderstorms
high near 50... mostly cloudy
I kept your old Billy beers ans your golf clubs
and your hat
a couple friends from time to time ask me,
where the heck you're at...
I tried a year at IBM, wingtips, shirt and tie...
got canned for being fired-up,
someone said there was something
crazy wrong with my eyes
And, tonight I'm still
the same old overgrown flower child you knew
stroking these old souvenirs
and wading in these blues
I guess the Dallas motorcade
an' napalm did me in
I didn't find no answers man,
just questions in the wind
just questions in the wind

I said, don't worry about the money
I'm a DJ on top in Lubbock
I married the Home-Ec. Queen,
and she runs just like a new Buick
we got through the 60's man
well, I still love the Doobie Brothers
flying saucers, I think I saw one
I quit drinking years ago
well, it almost ruined my marriage
got a house with a big garage
and your old rusty car
we drove to Cooperstown...
Babe Ruth an' Dixie Howell
I still work on that old truck
I wouldn't sell it for all the memories
in this world, in this old world

David Munyon: vocal, guitar