The farm dogs were barking
One March morning
As I staggered home
From a wet weekend
My old green parka
Smelled like a barnyard
We slept on the road then
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
Fourteen and fifteen
Years behind us
Fresh country kids
Aping a trend
A hobo religion
And some Dewers White Label
We thought we was pistols
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
Down by the schoolyard
The factory hummed
As the girls in class
Would dream and pretend
They were married with children
And workin' the line
All we wanted was them
Me and my friends,
Me and my friends
A crow in the distance
A black stubble cornfield
Frost on our feet
As we tasted the wind
Jealousy gripped us
We weren't gypsy fair boys
We were much smaller fish
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
The old men were sitting
Like crows on a fence
In the public bar
They'd help to defend
They ragged on our hair
And said we was lucky
They'd fought the war
For me and my friends
Me and my friends.
The door had to close
We were our history
Just small time legends
In our own minds
In the blink of an eye
An era was over
We were dust on the wind
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
A crow in the distance
A black stubble cornfield
Frost on our feet
As we tasted the wind
Jealousy gripped us
We weren't gypsy fair boys
We were much smaller fish
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
Me and my friends