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OLD TOM
DAVE THE POET

Dead broke, Can’t put gas in my car
This life can’t kill me, Won’t let me get far
Lone wolf, Runs wild and free
All the time, Some other place to be
There sits Old Tom, Wiley farm cat
Knows a thing or two, About this and that
He’s been places, Not many friends
In the morning sun, We’re both young again

You think, About jumping a train
Destination, Near or far
Someplace other, Then where you are
Lights are off, Ticket booths closed
Plenty of track, Locomotive won’t roll
Here comes the express, Right on time
Should stop, But the conductors blind
Sun sets on all, With a different point of view
What does the dark, Look like to you
Lone wolf, Runs wild and free
All the time, Some other place to be

Nobody, Likes to travel alone
Nestor’s, Need a feathered home
What I dream, Won’t come true
If I could catch a comet
First thing I’d do
Find the perfect view
That and you

Bags are packed, Boots are on
Full moons here, I’m already gone
Love hides, Behind the wind
To wind up, Chasing its tail again
Lone wolf, Runs wild and free
All the time, Some other place to be