Orion's Skies

Tom's Song

02:53
Peggy Watson
0000-00-00
words/music by P. Watson

Lyrics

I got a postcard from out of the blue It had a really strange picture So I knew it had to be from you It had a stamp from a German town You’ve got a wife and a kid I guess you finally settled down Riding on your dirt bike, falling off the back If my mama would have known, she would have had a heart attack Drinking ripple at the river, catching guppies in a jar We were innocent and guilty, and a little bit bizarre Oh Tom, it’s been too long In a world so dizzy that we can’t see right from wrong But you know we had so much fun I guess we’re pretty damn lucky that we didn’t die young We partied at the park till about midnight Counting stars in the dipper, swinging higher than a kite I remember those potato bugs were bigger than your thumb Every time I rode the slide, you always threatened me with one We slept together once but the only thing we shared Was an old wool blanket and some long underware You wore the bottoms and I used the shirt It was thiry-two degrees while we shivered in the dirt (Repeat Chorus) You were gonna be a poet just like Bukowski So you went to the city to live on skid row Looking for the truth in the bottom of a bottle But you didn’t find nothing that you didn’t already know So you got a fake business card and one gray suit And you headed off to Libya to make a little loot They paid you forty grand to find some oil in the ground Then you drank it all away in some lucky English town (Repeat chorus) (Repeat first verse)

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