Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes
Performer
Teddy Pendergrass
Performer
Norman Harris
Guitar
Roland Chambers
Guitar
Bobby Eli
Guitar
Earl Young
Drums
Larry Washington
Congas
Leon Huff
Piano
Leonard Pakula
Organ
Ronnie Baker
Bass
Sam Reed
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gene McFadden
Composer
John Whitehead
Composer
Victor Carstarphen
Composer
Norman Harris
Arranger
Thomas Bell
Arranger
Bobby Martin
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenneth Gamble
Producer
Joe Tarsia
Recording Engineer
Jay Mark
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Use to have lots of fancy clothes
And drive a big white Cadillac
Not knowing all the time I had these things
My friends were stabbing me straight in my back, no, no, no
Even had a house then
Out there in Beverly Hills
I was moving so fast y'all
I didn't even have time to worry about paying my bills
(Something started changing)
My life started rearranging
(Now I'm all alone. All the friends I wanted)
I don't have anymore
So somebody just tell
(Where are all my friends)
I can't find nobody
(Where are all my friends)
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Use to take my friends out
Everywhere I went
But I use to tell them that y'all
Y'all ain't gotta spend a red cent
I had lots of money
I had 'em in big old stacks
I use to lend 'em my clothes
But they never, never ever, never, never brought 'em back
(Now I don't have nothing)
I'm so all alone
(Don't even have a home)
I ain't got no place to lay my head
(Wish someone would help me)
'Cause I, I, I, I, I, I need a loan
Yeah baby
(Where are all my friends)
I'm looking y'all, I'm lookin' all over
(Where are all my friends)
I'm looking for the friends I use to call my very own
(Where are all my friends)
I need somebody right now, hey
(Where are all my friends)
I can't find a father or a mother
(Where are all my friends)
I remember the time when I used to be walking
Up and down the streets
And I remember you, and you and you and you and you
I remember when you use to say that
Yeah can you spare a dime
And I use to come out the bottom of my heart
'Cause I thought you were a friend of mine
But it seems yeah, it seems that you didn't even give
A damn about me, no
But now I'm down and out and I need a friend
Writer(s): Gene Mcfadden, John Whitehead, Victor Carstarphen
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