Our Friend Bobby

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
Open them gates and 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
When'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
Open them gates and 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