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 desperado's, old desperado's   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 goin' on home"      "Yes, she keeps me off the streets   She keeps me off the streets"