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Might as well have been a eastern L.A. bonfire

with the way he set that whole crowd ablaze

never figured out what they were talkin' 'bout

but he sure did leave 'em all amazed

curiousity must of got the best of both worlds

like "could you meet me at the downtown greasy spoon"

"blow some words in on the telegraph mochine"

"and then we'll harmonicize my favorite tunes"



He had come home from the great war

with a German souvenier lodged in leg

said he'd never walk again, thought too hard of givin'in

now he's a regular at the Fulton City Keg

tap dancin' on the peanuts andcigarettes

be weary of the savage turn ahead

making fun of the Jehova, and the pool hall casanova

the best bet is to take yourself to bed



"No need for apologies," exclaimed Sal

to Dean, LuAnn, and that lanky ol' Bull Lee

"cause I've got a ways ahead down that road

and son, there aint gonna be no stoppin me"

He could ramble on and on about salvation

and the ways that are only straight and narrow

but when he's of no conviction, he's damnation

he is indeed one crooked arrow



Who scrubs these floors and has pride in his labor

and smiles whenever young men go by

I believe he may reside, still on 3rd street

but then again this could all just be a lie

so do your song about the obituary mambo

and see whos going to come and hum along

cause we're all aware we'll know the words someday

but then again I never liked that song