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    "Tommy" Lyrics

    Kelly Joe Phelps

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    Tommy had a watch, a good kind of watch
    It wouldn't tell time if you asked it
    Didn't have a face, just an ear and an eye
    To see him with

    Tommy stole candy from the corner store
    And gave it to the mice he built a home for
    By the side of the heater, next to his guitar
    That he could neither play nor destroy

    Tommy wrote a letter to the office of iniquity
    Demanding a history of his actions
    But the letter was returned just 2 days gone
    There was no office of iniquity

    Tommy couldn't see so well and he didn't have a radio
    He'd talk to himself in different voices
    Or sing to himself in a Russian dialect
    Invented on a Sunday afternoon

    Tommy stole a limp and he borrowed a demeanor
    So he'd scare anybody who'd want to talk away
    'Cause they frightened him so bad that he'd pee down his legs
    As he tried, very hard, to find the words

    Tommy wore the helmet of a frustrated miner
    Digging for words as though gold
    Standing in the mud in his dark gray fedora
    Wearing his knee-patched dungarees

    Tommy was alone when the fire started
    High behind the wheel of a colt 45
    With a clip full of ether and a bucket full of gas
    And a belly full of turpentine

    Tommy made sure there was no one in danger
    By knocking on each door like a madman
    Then he locked himself in and did the whirling dervish
    Tipped the candle over on the floor

    Tommy fell asleep before the firemen came
    Which was good because they scared him anyway
    All that they found were the mice inside the fridge
    In a box, with some cheese
    And a hand warmer, run on batteries

    Tommy was a good man. Nobody Knew
    Tommy was a good man. Nobody Knew
    This song was submitted on October 20th, 2012 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
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    Written by Kelly Joe Phelps.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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