They came for me on a Saturday
Brahms played on the radio
I spent the night in my old man's coat
So I could look proud when I go
If you see my old friend Charlie
Tell him that I said hello
The bastard still has my fishing rod
And I still expect it back by Fall
Kicking rocks down the avenue
It's time now we better roll
If you miss the last train out of here
I'll say a word for you as I go
Maybe I'll catch you down the line
Maybe on the coast of L.A.
It ain't so hard to walk alone
Nobody's ever really with you anyways
All the folks that I came across
On this winding and crooked road
I thank you for your generosity
Maybe this place ain't so cold
I'll come back to you some New Year's Eve
When I pay all those debts I owe
This winter's been cold, I been feeling old
And work's been kinda slow
They came for me on a Saturday
Brahms played on the radio
I spent the night in my old man's coat
So I could look proud when I go

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