Cronies - Greg Brown

I’d be a dead man hanging around

If it weren’t for my pals in this town

I’d wouldn’t go down to the joint

There’d be no pleasure, there’d be no point

Without c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-cronies

And if I ain’t got no money-

If I ain’t' got a thing, they think that that’s funny

I know they’ll put up with me, for awhile

They see me comin' down the street, lookin' real beat-

It’s like seein' themselves and it makes 'em smile

See each other play in the little bars-

Sit around the campfire under the stars

Can you recover, are you feeling allright?

Where’s the party gonna be tonight?

Yeah, and if they ain’t got no money-

If they ain’t got a thing, they think that that’s funny

They know I’ll put up with them, for awhile

I see 'em comin' down the street, lookin' real beat-

It’s like seein' myself and it makes me smile

One oughta get married, and one has twice-

Niether wants to listen to my advice

Out in the sunshine I see them spralled

When I leave this town I’m gonna miss them all