tommy

© words and music by j. r. church & garnett betts

Zip puts the trash out in Butchers’ alley

O’ course these days it’s a canyon

Of brick and glass

And all the old walk-ups

Have been raised for cash

Well he knows Tommy’s out there

Hasn’t been around in a couple o’ days

So he calls him in for a bite to eat

Yeah, and they both have sore feet

And a shot of rye

And they toast this town,

Love’s lost and found

The ghosts out on the walk

Those who have

And those who have not

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