Back from the Dead

I heard it said

You had come back from the dead

You were playing so fine

Scooping up the soul of the wine

Now courage my boy

When they look you in the eye

Try not to look too scummy

If you need some money

And you want their money

Now I know...

This ain't no happy place to be

You know they're nice around me

You know they're nice about me

And everyone agrees

About what's won in a year from here, my friend

Promises, promises...

You've heard it all before

But nobody ever

Ever get me more...

Oh yes courage my boy

When you look them in the eye

That they laugh if they try to be funny

All along...

Belong

You're still my son

And coin my words

Oh it's absurd how you get so

Very old, man

Typical tan

Took me in hand

To ...

... hour

Banged or bruised