Stretch

I tried, but I could never, I tried but I could never I tried, but I could never, change ya You went your way, I went mine There was nothing I could do You wouldn't listen, no you wouldn't listen to me Stretch! Stretch, always something' eatin' at ya, never towed the line Mixed up 'n' dangerous, most 'o' the, most 'o' the Most of the time I can still see you walkin' down the street I can still see the placed we'd meet I can hear the voices in my head One 'o' them yours Even though you're dead Attracted by, attracted by, attracted to the lifestyle I could never go the, I could never go the I could never go the last mile The pirate with the silver tongue, among my souvenirs You wouldn't listen, aah you wouldn't listen to me Stretch! Pride of the army, hero of the corps You hated every minute of it, they gave you two years You made it four I gotta stop hangin' out with ya, perhaps it's just as well Now we're both doing stretches, I'm in a limo And you're in a cell I loved you like a brother, deep down sad You were the best friend, I ever, I ever, I ever, had --- Stretch - Ian Hunter