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[Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Before I could ask "Was it the East or West side?"
My feet they howled in pain
The wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep
But not as deep in my mind as the rain
As they pulled away, I could see her words
Stagger and fall on my muddy tent
I picked them up, brushed them off
To see what they said
And you wouldn't believe
"Come around to my room, with the tooth in the middle
And bring along the bottle and a president"
[Chorus]
And eh sometimes it's not so easy, baby
Especially when your only friend
Talks, sees, looks and feels like you
And you do just the same as him
(Gets very lonely up this road, baby)
(Yeah, hmmm, yeah)
(Got more to say)
[Verse 2]
Well I'm riding through LA (huh)
On a bicycle built for a fool
And I seen one of my old buddies
And he say, "You don't look the way you usually do"
I say, "Well, some people look like a coin-box"
He says, "Looks like you have got no coins to spare"
And I laid back and I thought to myself, and I said this
I just picked up my pride from underneath the pay phone
And combed this breath right out of my hair
[Chorus]
And eh sometimes it's not so easy
Especially when your only friend
Talks, sees, looks and feels like you
And you do just the same as him
[Verse 3]
I just got out of a Scandinavian jail
And I'm on my way straight home to you
But I feel so dizzy, I take a quick look in the mirror
To make sure my friend's here with me too
And you know good well I don't drink coffee
So you fill my cup full of sand
And the frozen tea leaves on the bottom
Cherry lipstick around the broken edge
And my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacks me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in line before you
[Chorus]
I'm finding out that it's not so easy, baby
Especially when your only friend
Talks, sees, looks and feels like you
And you do the same just like him
My Friend - Anthology Version was written by Jimi Hendrix.
My Friend - Anthology Version was produced by Jimi Hendrix.
Jimi Hendrix released My Friend - Anthology Version on Tue Nov 16 2010.