Corrido Por Buddy (feat. Marc Ribot)

Oh, listen, my dear friends

And I'll tell you a story

About someone

I barely knew at all

He was a friend of my friends

And they told me about him

How he had nothing

To break his fall

He had that bad religion in his blood

The kind that brings you down

And can never lift you up

He was a beautiful young man

On the streets of Austin

He was a ghost-faced junkie

On the streets of New Orleans

I could barely recognize him when I saw him

He had to look me in the face and say my name

Before I knew it was him

Oh, Buddy

I wish I'd been a better friend

What if they only gave you love when you lied?

It's bound to really rip you up inside

Pressures a person into that horrible math

That leaves a bloody aftermath

Everything minus one is everything

He treated me with what I considered kindness

When I crawled off to sleep in my car

He was worried about me

We paid our respects to the moon on the outskirts of Austin

I'm sorry to say I was too shy to stay in touch with him

Oh, Buddy

I wish I'd been a better friend

And I wonder what it takes just to save one little life

Icarus almost made it back to the shore

When I was really down

There were three little words

From a couple good people that kept me holdin' on

Oh, Buddy

I'll never get a chance again

Oh, Buddy

I wish I'd been a better friend

Oh, Buddy

I'll never get a chance again

Oh, Buddy

I wish I'd been a better friend