I Wish I Was Crazy Again

I met an old friend this morning

And I stopped him and called him by name

I said, "The years haven't changed youBut he said, "

Good Lord, how you've changed!"So we stood there and talked on the cornerAnd remembered the good times we hadThen he asked if we're happy togetherAnd 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 tavernWe had us a round or twoWe called ourselves old desperado's, old desperado'sAs old friends are likely to doWe sat for a while and rememberedThen 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

She keeps me off the streets"