(Iain C. MacKintosh)
Chorus:
But it's not the towns I've been to that make my life so fine
It's not the beer, the whisky, or the wine
The towns are just the places where I go to meet my friends
So this song's for the special friends of mine
If I tried to write a song about the sings I've seen and done
And the places I've been to on the way
I would need another beer and I would need another year
To tell you all about those yesterdays
For those friends who make me welcome when I come into their home
And home is where I lay my banjo down
Say, Hello Iain, glad you're here, have some wine or have some beer
Sit down, take off your shoes and stay around
We'll maybe sing a song or two, but just if that's the mood
Or talk of other friends in days gone by
Of those happy times, the sad times, the bad times and the good
And before we say goodnight, the bottle's dry
I maybe wake up in the morning with an idea for a song
So I put some lines together as I drive
About how good it was to see you open up the door
And how difficult it is to say goodbye