Barney Bentall The Ballad Of Old Tom Jones Lyrics

1 (same as first part of):

Old Tom Jones, woke up on a winters morn

The sun was barely poking through through the trees

The mercury read minus 50 degrees

He thought for sure the damn thing had finally broken

Pre- 1:

Until he walked outside

He said Kenny, I'm getting old

I'm tired, stove up and I'm cold,

It's a long time since I've gotten any

I been crawling over dollar bills and chasing pennies

And lately I've been thinking 'bout home

This old ranch been here, for many, many a year
May for to feed the men, head north for gold
It'll still go strong, long after I've moved on
So to some to rich fool searching through his soul

Pre- 2:

Dreaming of being a cowboy

Kenny, so goddamn tired

Feel like I'm held together with baling twine and wire There's a dance in Jesman Friday night

There's a widow I'm hoping just might,

Offer me a little company

She's a hard one, so I don't think it'll come free

I never got to see my mom, before she died
And I'd like to see just where they laid her bones
Back to the rolling hills of Bristol
Where ain't no one packs a pistol
And a cowboy only rides in books

Pre- 3 (Same as pre- 2):

And boy, I'll tell some tales
And Kenny, I wonder which one's home
When you ain't sure anymore, you start to feel alone
Just this restlessness, come creeping in
Following me anywhere that lately I've been
Like a heavy rain banging on the tin
The salmon down on the Fraser, swimming with the battered fins