Cronies - Greg Brown


    I'd be a dead man hanging around,
    if it weren't for my pals in this town.
    C-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-cronies.
    I'd wouldn't go down to the joint,
    there'd be no pleasure, there'd be no point,
    without c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-cronies.

    [first chorus:]
    And if I ain't got no money--
    if I aint' got a thing, they think that that's funny.
    I know they'll put up with me, for awhile.
    They see me comin' down the street, lookin' real beat--
    it's like seein' themselves and it makes 'em smile.

    See each other play in the little bars--
    sit around the campfire under the stars.
    C-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-cronies.
    Can you recover, are you feeling allright?
    Where's the party gonna be tonight?
    C-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-cronies.

    [second chorus:]
    Yeah, and if they ain't got no money--
    if they ain't got a thing, they think that that's funny.
    They know I'll put up with them, for awhile.
    I see 'em comin' down the street, lookin' real beat--
    it's like seein' myself and it makes me smile.

    One oughta get married, and one has twice--
    niether wants to listen to my advice.
    C-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-cronies.
    Out in the sunshine I see them spralled.
    When I leave this town I'm gonna miss them all.
    C-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-cronies.

    [repeat second chorus]
     

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