Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard - Unfair Weather Friend Lyrics

that old sky opens up, rains down on my head|i show up at your door, beat down soaking wet|i know you'l open up, and let me waltz right in|my come whatever, unfair weather friend||if i find myself out lost, on a lonely friday night|the song's aren't hitting home, and the whiskey don't taste right|a few numbers on the phone, and you're on the other end|my come whatever , unfair weather friend||your my faithful run to when the world is on my shoulders|the blanket wrapped around me when my life can't get no colder|i fall down, you lift me up again|my come whatever unfairweather||i open up my arms, you always take my hand(i reach out my hand)|yourr' my go to girl, i'm your go to man|no one else but you, can make it all make sense|my come whatever, unfair weather friend|