(Bob McDill / Dickey Lee / Bucky Jones)      Friends I could count on    I could count on one hand    With a left over finger or two.    I took them for granted,    Let them all slip away,   Now where they are I wish I knew.      They roll by just like water    And I guess we never learn,    Go through life parched and empty    Standing knee deep in a river,    And dying of thirst.      Sometimes I remember    The good people I’ve known,    Some I’ve forgotten I suppose.    One or two still linger,    Oh, I wonder now    Why I ever let them go.      They roll by just like water    And I guess we never learn,    Go through life parched and empty    Standing knee deep in a river,    And dying of thirst.      So the side walk is crowded    The city goes by,    I just rushed through another day    And a world full of strangers    Turn their eyes to me,    But I just look the other way.      They roll by just like water    And I guess we never learn,    Go through life parched and empty    Standing knee deep in a river,    And dying of thirst.      Go through life parched and empty,    Standing knee deep in a river    Dying of thirst...