Barbara
Barbara was a friend with golden hair
Quick with a smile quicker with a prayer
We’d walk the village to the bagel shop
Two losers finding their way to the top
We were more than a little crazy
There was always Jesus to save me
And if the good Lord couldn’t do the task
There was always Barabra to ask
Life fills popping pills curing ills
Sometimes a movie sometimes stills
What did Rick do on your wedding night
Oh Barbara you know that wasn’t right
We were more than a little crazy
There was always Jesus to save me
And if the good Lord couldn’t do the task
There was always Barabra to ask
Me and Grant smoking cigarettes
Singing his songs without regrets
Stories of times from way back when
With promises of tomorrow and heaven
We were more than a little crazy
There was always Jesus to save me
And if the good Lord couldn’t do the task
There was always Barabra to ask
Life over and I’m only twenty one years old
Too much rebellion too much doing as I was told
There were three Jennifers and none of them cool
We made our own laws but we had no rules
It’s almost seven in the morning day break
Sometimes life gives more than you can take
I remember your happy mother on the phone
So glad to say Barbara has gone home
We were more than a little crazy
There was always Jesus to save me
And if the good Lord couldn’t do the task
There was always Barabra to ask
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