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Cops found him on a Sunday So we all met up Monday night I guess we always kinda figured this might happen, someday It's just a drag that we were right Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven "He's prob'ly smilin' down on us right now" But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in Even I have my doubts We drink one for our friend Bobby Ran his car right off the road On accident? On purpose? Darlin', even now we don't know Drink one for our friend Bobby Hopin' them gates'll let him in On accident, on purpose Darlin', those were pretty much the same to him My dad called him "The neighbor kid" Next best thing to next-of-kin I prob'ly would'a got beat up like a thousand more times than I did If I didn't grow up next to him And now my friends can just keep in talkin' Goin' on and on about a bunch of lies Letras de cancionesWhen's the last time any of them saw him? Or even called him? He wasn't that bad a guy I drink one for my friend Bobby Ran his car right off the road On accident? On purpose? Darlin', even now we don't know Drink one for our friend Bobby Hopin' them gates'll let him in On accident, on purpose? Darlin', those were pretty much the same to him Those were pretty much the same to him Those were pretty much the same to him From Letras Mania