(Gordon Kennedy/Phil Madeira). . Yesterday the odds were stacked in favor of my expectations. Flyin' above the rest, never fallin' from the nest. Tuesday came and went and I'm in a little situation.
Tell Automatic Slim. Tell Razor Totin' Jim. Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie. Tell Fast Talkin' Fanny. . Tonight we're gonna pitch a ball. Down to that union hall.
Just when you think you've seen it all. You find the question. Looming like a shadow overhead. Reawakens your obsession. To find the truth and put your doubts to bed.
So he's gone and left you all alone?. You think the better of your years. Were spent with him.. The little girl who used to dance. On fire and brimstone.