now old tom clark he rode in the dark in his bones of spanish gold in his boots he concealed a map which revealed the location of his soul some said it was sold for the price of the gold but i don't know what to say to you if you believe it
well tom daydreamin at the rail starin at the sky so pale why do i have to be constantly courting? in his heart, his heart so old the winds are blowing very cold like those ices? on a northern morning some say his feelings are never felt that he plays his life below the belt but i don't know what to say to you if you believe it ? and sinners dancin on graves you know they cannot say but i know someone who can always help you and if you wish upon a star and wake up where those wishes are you'll know you're not among the one the dragon slew ?? but i don't know what to say to you if you believe it
old tom clark met his doom as all motors/martyrs? must it was in a crowded room that he bit the dust at cops and robbers he did play but the cops they do just what they may they believe that crime don't pay so they did him in they know it was a sin but they are men who always go on believin