Daily Thursday shutout past the richey leaves
Asked my boy Frankie if he could save a spot just for me
Next thing I know drops were falling on my Braves cap
Ran in the mud
Just me and a cold
Coughing up my lunch
Damn smoking habit's getting old
Eyes grow clear
And I see Frankie with two beers
Willie in the background
Handed me a beer and said cheers

We heard some bustle
Crash sang sew
Peeked in the closet
Billy was dead on the floor
We picked him up
And put him in a chair
Saw Billy smile
Frankie said
"No wonder why I'm losing my hair"

I love it when Billy tests me
Reminds me of our lives
Drinking beers in the heat

Billy stood up
His grin faded away
"That'll actually be me one day and you can cry and you can call, but the ambulance won't help at all. Just put on some Johnny Cash and put a beer in my hand and make me laugh."

We finished up our beers
It was getting late
Had to get up early
I'll be mowing my lawn at 8
We went our separate ways
On Chickdale and Smark
Forgot my lighter
And the street was real dark
I hear a scream
And I look around
I see Billy
Face-first dead on the ground
And a car driving away

I started running away
Ran to the music store where the record players laid
I grabbed some Cash
And walked right out the door
Clerk was too used to me robbing the store
Then I ran to my place
Grabbed three beers
And I ran back to Billy
Still laying dead on the ground
Found a way to turn on Cash
And put a beer in his cold hand
Then I opened mine and started singing along
I knew right then
This time he was gone

Then I heard some singing and looked at Billy
There he was breathing
Singing along with me
He took a sip
And we laid laughing in the street