Crazy

I met an old friend this morning

And I stopped him and called him by name

I said, "The years haven't changed you

But he said, "Good Lord, how you've changed!"

So we stood there and talked on the corner

And remembered the good times we had

Then he asked if we're happy together

And I only smiled and I said

Yes, she keeps me off the streets

And she keeps me out of trouble

Sometimes at night, Lord, when I hear the wind

I wish I was crazy again, yes, I wish I was crazy again

Then we stopped in at a tavern

We had us a round or two

We called ourselves old desperado's, old desperado's

As old friends are likely to do

We sat for a while and remembered

Then he said, "Let's have just one more"

I said, "I'd sure like to join you

But best be goin' on home

Yes, she keeps me off the streets

And she keeps me out of trouble

Sometimes at night, Lord, when I hear the wind

I wish I was crazy again, yes, I wish I was crazy again

She keeps me off the streets

And she keeps me out of trouble

Sometimes at night, Lord, when I hear the wind

I wish I was crazy again, yes, I wish I was crazy again