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, ohhhhh belong

you're still my son

and coin my words

oh its absurd how you get so

verry old man

typical tan

took me in hand

to the old land oh

twenty three hour

banged or bruised