My friend James ain’t got no mind
Friends like that hard to find
Just walks around don’t bother no one
Can’t even feel the heat from the sun
People tease James and call him half man
Just because a bad accident deform his hands
It’s not his fault he can’t eat or drink
Sometimes I think James can’t even think
I saw him one day just moping around
Running into things falling on the ground
Everybody saw him nobody cared
When he went into the convulsion they left him there
James is my friend without any doubt
When he walk in that fancy restaurant I helped him out
And the time he was sleeping in the rain in front my house
I covered him with an umbrella so he be dry as a mouse
Yeah, me and James go back real far
Why he had to walk out in front of my car
Copyright 1995
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