Now my old friend Harry, Never slowed down to marry, he's in sales,
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He's gone most of the year
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And he smiles thru all his lies,with dollar signs in his eyes,
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He orders himself another beer
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Now Harry he's a dreamer, A scholar and a schemer, but he'll be there for you when push comes to shove
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His mama called him Harold She was one of only two women
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that Harry ever loved
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The other was a waitress in Cave Creek,Arizona
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that broke his heart and tangled up his mind
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My old friend Harry, you're lookin kinda scary
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and wonders if he's runnin out of time
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Now Biloxi's got a sadness like a dark day in December
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But Harry recognizes an all forgotten southern town
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Thumbin thru the phone book for a name he can't remember,lookin desperate
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like a junkie waitin for a fix to come around
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Sittin playin blackjack with a hooker and a tourist and a one-eyed dealer winnin every hand
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Harry sips Black Label, slumps down at the table,Feelin like a fraction of a man... Feelin like a fraction of a man
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Fraction of a Man
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| Shawn Mullins |
