Where Are All My Friends
Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes Lyrics


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(Where are all my friends)
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

Overall Meaning

In the song "Where Are All My Friends," the singer talks about his past wealth and success. He had all the fancy clothes one could want, drove a big white Cadillac, and lived in a house in Beverly Hills. However, he realizes that his so-called friends were only using him for his money and status, as they were secretly stabbing him in the back. He used to take them everywhere with him, telling them they didn't have to spend any money, even lending them his own clothes, but they never brought them back. Now that he's fallen on hard times and has nothing left, he's searching for his true friends, the ones who will support him when he needs it most.


The song highlights the theme of loyalty and friendship, and how difficult it can be to find true friends in the midst of material success. The singer realizes that he was surrounded by people who were only interested in his wealth and status, instead of his character and well-being. This realization allows him to reflect on his true desires, which are to have authentic relationships built upon trust, loyalty, and mutual support. The repetition of the phrase "Where are all my friends" emphasizes the singer's loneliness and need for companionship, while also questioning the authenticity of his past relationships.


Line by Line Meaning

(Where are all my friends)
The singer is feeling lost and alone, wondering where their friends have gone.


Oh Lord, oh Lord
An expression of desperation and hopelessness.


Use to have lots of fancy clothes
The singer used to have a lot of nice things.


And drive a big white Cadillac
The artist used to have a fancy car.


Not knowing all the time I had these things
The artist was unaware that their friends were using them for their possessions.


My friends were stabbing me straight in my back, no, no, no
The singer's friends were betraying them.


Even had a house then
The singer had a nice house in Beverly Hills.


Out there in Beverly Hills
The artist's house was located in a wealthy area.


I was moving so fast y'all
The artist was too busy to notice what was happening around them.


I didn't even have time to worry about paying my bills
The artist was too busy to keep track of their finances.


(Something started changing)
The singer's situation started to change for the worse.


My life started rearranging
The artist's life was changing quickly.


(Now I'm all alone. All the friends I wanted)
The singer is now alone and doesn't have the friends they thought they had.


I don't have anymore
The singer no longer has their friends.


So somebody just tell
The singer is asking for help.


(Where are all my friends)
The artist is still wondering where their friends have gone.


I can't find nobody
The artist can't find anyone to help them.


(Where are all my friends)
The singer is still searching for their missing friends.


Oh Lord, Oh Lord
An expression of desperation and hopelessness.


Use to take my friends out
The artist used to treat their friends to outings.


Everywhere I went
The artist's friends followed them around.


But I use to tell them that y'all
The artist would tell their friends that they didn't need to spend money.


Y'all ain't gotta spend a red cent
The singer told their friends not to worry about paying for things.


I had lots of money
The artist had a lot of money.


I had 'em in big old stacks
The singer kept their money in stacks.


I use to lend 'em my clothes
The singer would loan their clothes to their friends.


But they never, never ever, never, never brought 'em back
The singer's friends didn't return the clothes they borrowed.


(Now I don't have nothing)
The artist has lost everything.


I'm so all alone
The artist is feeling lonely.


(Don't even have a home)
The singer doesn't even have a place to live.


I ain't got no place to lay my head
The singer is homeless.


(Wish someone would help me)
The artist is asking for help.


'Cause I, I, I, I, I, I need a loan
The artist needs someone to lend them money.


Yeah baby
An exclamation of frustration and despair.


(Where are all my friends)
The singer is still searching for their missing friends.


I'm looking y'all, I'm lookin' all over
The artist is searching everywhere for their friends.


(Where are all my friends)
The singer is still wondering where their friends have gone.


I'm looking for the friends I use to call my very own
The singer is searching for the friends they used to have.


(Where are all my friends)
The singer is still asking where their friends have gone.


I need somebody right now, hey
The artist needs help immediately.


(Where are all my friends)
The artist is still searching for their missing friends.


I can't find a father or a mother
The singer has no one to turn to for help.


(Where are all my friends)
The singer is still wondering where their friends have gone.


I remember the time when I used to be walking
The artist is reminiscing about their past.


Up and down the streets
The artist would walk around.


And I remember you, and you and you and you and you
The artist remembers all their friends.


I remember when you use to say that
The singer recalls something their friends used to say.


Yeah can you spare a dime
The artist's friends would ask for money.


And I use to come out the bottom of my heart
The singer would give their friends money from the goodness of their heart.


'Cause I thought you were a friend of mine
The singer believed that their friends were true friends.


But it seems yeah, it seems that you didn't even give a damn about me, no
The singer's friends didn't care about them, despite their generosity.


But now I'm down and out and I need a friend
The artist is in a tough situation and needs someone to help them.




Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: GENE MCFADDEN, JOHN WHITEHEAD, VICTOR CARSTARPHEN, VICTOR LEON CARSTARPHEN

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@jaylene.turner6524

It should have been
Teddy Pendergrass & The Bluenotes

Harold Melvin was so jealous.

The group didn’t actually sing on most of the songs anyway.

The actual background vocals was done by producers Kenny Gamble & Leon Huff
with Carl Helm and Bunny Sigler.

β€œAin’t nobody coming to see you,
Harold!”.
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@bottarnold375

LEGENDS πŸ‘‘ 1#HOLY SPIRIT πŸ”₯

@loiscrawl4599

I'm 53 years old and the lyrics make a lot of sense. I'm speaking from experience. I can't help some one that doesn't want to help themselves regardless of who they are. Taught me a lot. I still listen to this jam and loving it. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸŽ€πŸŽ€πŸŽ€

@dwight971

I listen to the song often. Not only because I love TSOP, but also because I love the words of this song. I was born in 1971, and have experienced it myself.

Another song that has this similar message is Harry Hippie, by Bobby Womack.

@Sophisticated8

@@dwight971 younger sibling you’re smart I don’t have any friends I lost them when I became a adult Jesus is my only Best friend who I trust πŸ’― % & no one else in the world

@claydobbins9342

You better believe this song is still a hit. The whole album, "To Be True" is still a smokin' hit.

@fredbeck8011

Teddy always sang truth even when it hurt. That’s why he connected with so many people.

@kellymccain3403

What a great message this song sent about not trusting so-called friends that hang around when you have money. It was very similar to the message the O'JAYS were sending with the song "backstabbers". It was true way back then and it's true for our generation today, please watch your friends. Things are not always the way they seem.

@kevinmansell8746

i got a knife in my back i been burn too many times family only i do love people its so hard to trust

@fuzzy6813

So true my friend🎢

@Sophisticated8

Not your friend

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