Hang Around

You drove up in an old blue beat up Chevrolet

With your guitar in the front seat lookin for some place to play

Just about the time we began to sing that song

You left me standin in the rearview and you were gone

I remember well that summer that we met

Ridin round with beers in paper bags I can't forget

Even though I know you're gone it still feels like

There's a chance you might still call at anytime

Cause you never could hang around

You never could be found