Early Years

Early years were a shroud man Only a gray cloud, shot in the dark Hangin' out with your dad And his plans for revenge In some hick-town Caravan park Never keep a good one Never keep a good one Never keep a good one down Early years were a dreadnought Waiting to tread board My work down the pan Hangin' round by the back door One foot in the stage door Some disaffected fly-by man Never keep a good one Never keep a good one Never keep a good one down Got wired by a cable Got wild on a table Scared the shit out of me Oh but the free state The snow and the greasepaint I left the singin' family Never keep a good one Never keep a good one Never keep a good one down