Tommy Lyrics - Tap The Red Cane Whirlwind - Kelly Joe Phelps

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