"Over There That's Frank" lyrics
"Over There That's Frank"
(originally by James Hand)
What a surprise I didn't recognize you in here
In this dive where I try to survive
From tear to lonely tear
What do you want cause you know I don't have a nickel to offer you
But if you've got the time, here's some friends of mine, I'll introduce you to
Over there, that's Frank
I've got him to thank
He sets me up when I'm broke
There's old Al
My sad-eyed pal
Whose stories so plainly shows
And in walks Glen
He takes me home when
I'm too drunk to drive
And the barmaid Lou Ann
Who holds my hand
Every time I start to cry
So you see I don't need you or your sympathy
As long as I've got my close friends watching over me
Well I know you must be in a rush to run to someone new
But before you go I want you to know
Who helped me get over you
Over there, that's Frank
I've got him to thank
He sets me up when I'm broke
There's old Al
My sad-eyed pal
Whose stories so plainly shows
And in walks Glen
He takes me home when
I'm too drunk to drive
And the barmaid Lou Ann
Who holds my hand
Every time I start to cry
Over there, that's Frank
Writer(s): James Edward Hand Jr
- AZLyrics
- C
- Charley Crockett Lyrics
album:
"10 For Slim: Charley Crockett Sings James Hand" (2021)
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