A ballad of Minneapolis music writer and news journalist Burl Gilyard
I am sorry for your loss, Nick. Too many for me, too.
My friend Daniel Meyer sums it up nicely here: https://youtu.be/AGmSuegiOa8?feature=shared
All my friends were full-on rehab bound
And if they didn't make it, they're in the ground
Now I'm wondering how I'm still around
When all my friends were full-on rehab bound
Moms don't want their kids to grow up to be junkies
Even if they teach them to sing off-key
Don't let 'em become doctors, lawyers, and such
But the devil loves the free ones, yes indeed
All my friends were full-on rehab-bound
And if they didn’t make it, they’re in the ground
Now I’m wondering why I’m still around
When all my friends were full-on rehab-bound
You can blame genetics for some things
You can blame your parents for the way you sing
You can blame your friends for teaching you all the sins
You can blame yourself for the state you’re in
I am sorry for your loss, Nick. Too many for me, too.
My friend Daniel Meyer sums it up nicely here: https://youtu.be/AGmSuegiOa8?feature=shared
All my friends were full-on rehab bound
And if they didn't make it, they're in the ground
Now I'm wondering how I'm still around
When all my friends were full-on rehab bound
Moms don't want their kids to grow up to be junkies
Even if they teach them to sing off-key
Don't let 'em become doctors, lawyers, and such
But the devil loves the free ones, yes indeed
All my friends were full-on rehab-bound
And if they didn’t make it, they’re in the ground
Now I’m wondering why I’m still around
When all my friends were full-on rehab-bound
You can blame genetics for some things
You can blame your parents for the way you sing
You can blame your friends for teaching you all the sins
You can blame yourself for the state you’re in
All my friends were full-on rehab-bound
And if they didn’t make it, they’re in the ground
Now I’m wondering why I’m still around
When all my friends were full-on rehab-bound