| A COUPLE BEERS AND A LITTLE WEED a couple beers and a little weed i played rhythm, pete's on lead the perfect early autumn front-porch concert troubles faded in the cool night air two good friends, too high to care pete pulls a pall mall from the pocket of his denim shirt we knew that we were gonna tell a story of fame, fortune, love and glory damn sure we had it all, everything we'd need a couple beers and a little weed torn apart in a wide wide world i lost a job, he lost a damn good girl we lost touch somewhere between rock'n'roll and disco paths were taken, lives were led the american dream not yet dead though i heard he spent a couple years in mexico now and then i considered trying to find him where to start was usually my unwinding so usually i gave up, usually that would lead to a couple beers and a little weed where you grew up is special when you leave you leave a hole there's something about your hometown you can't ever shake that pull after many storied years now i'm alone, shed no tears there-was-good-there-was-bad there was a whole lot of in-between no kiddin', my old friend pete bought a place just down the street he and alice, they still love to make a scene we knew that we were gonna tell a story of fame, fortune, love and glory so i fire up the gibson pete will take the lead a couple beers and a little weed |