the U .S. Navy in 1950, he was 17.
A quiet kid who'd never seen the ocean,
his mama died his first trip at sea.
He learned to suck a bottle
Poor old Tom, he don't know
why his teeth gotta rattle,
The night wind's free to blow
time's free to walk till the
Poor old Tom, he's telling it all,
his thoughts are roaring like a wa terfall
He never cared about money
Through typhoons and calms
proud to be serving the USA
he got VD but it went away
Poor old Tom, he ain't right,
he went out to San Francisco
Sunday morning, his ship set sail,
Now it's 35 years since his incarceration,
From the brig on Treasure Island
They treated his depression
Poor old Tom, he don't know
He's got trouble recalling his history
At the drop of a coin he'll start to ramble
How the whole damn thing's
Eight turns on the gurney,
One morning they wheeled him
with doctors standing around
help me as they put him under
He sailed away on an ether sea
Do surgeons perform a lobotomy?
For old time, his story's true
He's got nothing to show,
don't want to show it too
The word for him is nevertheless
diseases are cured every day.
The worst disease in the world
to be used up and cast away.
towards our destinations,
fortunes are still made with
Jesus healed a blind man's eyes
For a time, he don't know why his teeth gotta rattle,
The night wind's free to blow
Time's free to walk until the