New Friends from Cracks by The Lowtimers

I don’t wanna make any new friends
I don’t wanna make any new friends
I don’t wanna make any new plans
Wanna roll home with you

Well I don’t wanna do that ride again
I really can’t do that line again
You can’t buy my time my friends
Wanna roll home with you

The bars are closed till December
And here I’m sittin’ in
Thinking about my baby
And why I can’t win

But her loving keeps me grounded
I don’t want no more of that gin
Well sweet talking lover, cinnamon mother
Come on you just rope me in

I don’t wanna make any new friends
I don’t wanna make any new friends
I don’t wanna make any new plans
Wanna roll home with you

And I don’t wanna do that ride again
I really can’t do that line again
You can’t buy my time my friends
Wanna roll home with you

This life of sin
Has really gone and roped me on in
And I can’t commit
So I’m throwing in the towel once again

I don’t wanna make any new friends
I don’t wanna make any new friends
I don’t wanna make any new plans
Wanna roll home with you

And I don’t wanna do that ride again
I really can’t do that line again
You can’t buy my time my friends
Wanna roll home with you
Just wanna roll home with you

I do

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