This Old Town Paroles

You be glad you're not there
It ties your hands
It spikes your drink
I'd say more, but I can't think

Lazy Jim took a bottle with him
Tried to flag down a train
Left a note
Couldn't read what he wrote
A light came on in my brain

This old time is a sad affair
You be glad you're not there
It ties your hands
It spikes your drink
I'd say more, but I can't think

The hills are gold
Mornings are cold
Don't know a soul on the street In the two in between wake and sleep
Rats to kill, contracts to fill
It's on ice, but it won't keep

This old time is a sad affair
You be glad you're not there
It ties your hands
It spikes your drink
I'd say more, but I can't think

This old time is a sad affair
You be glad you're not there
It ties your hands
It spikes your drink
I'd say more, but I can't think