Old Friend from Acoustic Heart by Willy Hop

Good mornin’ heartache
You're like an old friend
Come & see me again I said (x2)

Look up you're in Cleveland again
A solid line that never ends
I got stories that you'll never believe
& I know it, I wear it, I wear it on my sleeve
There must be somethin’ ‘bout you that I liked
But right here in the rain ya know it just don't seem right
II always go out, I never hide
But in Cleveland I shoulda stayed inside

Testified my love for you
& I know it runs deep through your body too
From the cold blacktop to the hot concrete
The old tan van it ain't so sweet

Somewhere in America, in the city at night
& we were far from home, but you know
It was gonna be alright

The unfortunate get prayed on by vulture's eyes
Eighty-six cents in these pockets of mine
& you can take my money, you can take my time
But ya can't take my heart it's in the city behind

• Acoustic
• acoustic funk
• contemporary
• singer-songwriter
• Nashville