I met an old friend this morning
And I stopped him and called him by name
I said, the years haven´t changed you
But he said, Good Lord, how you´ve changed
So we stood there and talked on the corner

And remembered the good times we had
Then he asked if we´re happy together
And 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 tavern
We had us a round or two
We called ourselves old desperadoes, old desperadoes
As old friends are likely to do
We sat for a while and remembered
Then he said, let´s have just one more
I said, I´d sure like to join you
But best be going on home

Yes, she keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets