Capo 3 A C#m Richey Lee was his father's boy D Big, loud, hard drinkin bundle of joy A C#m A walkin laugh, wrapped up in corduroy D A Richey couldn't do no wrong Grew up with a fast runnin' crowd Good bunch of boys, just a little too loud Can't fault a man for being proud Richey kept rollin' on Spent his days in a rock and roll band Tellin jokes a guitar in his hand Tryin hard to meet every demand Of all those late night shows Whiskey drunk on a Saturday night She caught his eye comin' out of the light Half way there he had to get in a fight Back home, that's just the way it goes D E A Strange days they leave you in wonder D E A And good times, they don't always stay D E A F#m And true love it will shake you like thunder D E F#m D A E A But old friends just fade away, old friends just fade away Summertime on the river again Fishin poles and a two dollar grin Ain't ever gonna laugh like that again Fallin' right to the ground Count the miles down to New Orleans Borrowed cash and dirty blue jeans Couple of boys lookin' for Cajun queens Thinkin' they own the town But we all left to find work out of town Even wild ones they slow down Richey felt like he was comin unwound Got tired of playin' the game Liquor bottles pilin' up before noon Richey said he just needed some room We all saw the end comin' way too soon And man that's an awful shame Chorus
