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Now, old Tom Clark
He rode in the dark
In his boats 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
Oh, Tom daydreamin' at the rail
Starin' at the sky so pale
What a wife 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
Oh, saints and sinners dancin' on graves
You know they cannot save
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 ones the dragons slew
Some say his blade is deadly hot
His bullets will kill you, like as not
But I don't know what to say to you if you believe it
Old Tom Clark met his doom
As all mortals 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
You know it was a sin
But they are men who always
Go on believing

Frederick Barthelme / Mayo Thompson