Unfair Weather Friend - Ward Davis, Jim "Moose" Brown

The whole sky opens up and it rains down on my head

I show up at your door beat down and soaking wet

I know you’ll 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 songs aren’t hittin' home and the whiskey don’t taste right

The few numbers on the phone and you’re on the other end

My come whatever, unfair weather friend

And I might wind up stuck out on some old forgotten highway

But somehow you show up and sure enough be goin' my way

You’re always there, right where you’ve always been

My come whatever, unfair weather friend

I don’t have to wonder where you’ll be if I should need you

All I have to do is close my eyes and I can see you

Always there, right where you’ve always been

Sometimes this whole world is my worst enemy

And I know where to run when it gets to me

No one else but you can make it all make sense

My come whatever, unfair weather friend

My come whatever

Unfair weather friend