Why me Lord? What have I ever done To deserve even one of the pleasures I've known? Tell me Lord what did I ever do That was worth loving you or the … - Kris Kristofferson

He's a poet, he's a picker--
He's a prophet, he's a pusher--
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

Comin' close together with a feelin' that I've never known before, in my time.
She ain't ashamed to be a woman, or afraid to be a friend.
I don't know the answer to the easy way she opened every door in my mind.
But dreamin' was as easy as believin' it was never gonna end.<p>And lovin' her was easier than anything I'll ever do again.

I don't care what's right or wrong, I don't try to understand, Let the devil take tomorrow, Lord tonight I need a friend.