Here's a little thing about Mag and Stan hauling down the road in the winter time
Riding on their thumbs but walking most of the way
Stan used to hop trains but Mag's afraid so they get their traveling done another way
Just wanna get down south to where it's warm
True friends, true friends are hard to find
To get one you gotta be one
And then they'll always be around
An old guy stops in a beat-up ford and asks how far did they wanna go
And Stan says we're going all the way to the end
This old guy he's lost his wife and lost his grip on the rest of his life
Just drives around now listening to the radio
True friends, true friends are hard to find
To get one you gotta be one
And then they'll always be around
Now it's 4 days on the road in that rusty ride and 3 nights sleeping out on the side
Eating roadstand fruit, coffee and refried beans
When they reach the gulf they all lay on the beach and soak up the sun and get used to the heat
Talkin about how cold it is up in I. Falls
True friends, true friends are hard to find
To get one you gotta be one
And then they'll always be around
There ain't no end to their family, their web covers the whole country
Maybe it ain't true that we have to be alone
Maybe they'll just drive around pickin' folks up, being yr friend when yr down on yr luck
Maybe there's a car big enough for us all
True friends, true friends are hard to find
To get one you gotta be one
And then they'll always be around