company man

i'm a bad company man
and as the seagull flies above
it's for sure i'm movin on
if you don't feel like making love
i'm the youngblood no more
but you're still my honey child
can't get your silver,blue and gold
unless i run with the pack awhile
make no deals with preachers
seen many a shooting star
straight shooters love a whiskey bottle
good lovin gone bad so far
as the burnin sky glows
she's still everything i need
to do right by your woman
too bad both hearts must bleed
should learn to take the time
so these crazy circles would stop
if she winds up gone,gone,gone
i'll be bad company till i drop