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He cursed like a billiard player,
His walking stick upon the ground,
Looks a lot like an old man should be,
Shakes a lot like an old man should.

Off and on he's been here,
Probably twenty years,
Off and on he's been here,
Guess he'll never go home.

I guess it's the comfortable chair,
And company, you can't buy company,
It's a frame of mind,
It's people who've been through what you've been through.
And a cigar,
A good cigar now and again.

Had his heart broken,
By a little girl, she was small.
Had his heart broken,
By a little girl, she was small.
Had his heart broken,
You would never expect a thing.
When he was a young man,
It was like an event.

He promised her anything,
He never had to deliver.
He promised her everything,
Ask yourself if you could do better,
He promised her everything,
She caught on.

A lot of people say she's crazy,
But i know, i know a lot of people,
And i think, i think she's alright!

He cursed like a billiard player,
His walking stick upon the ground,
And she would ask him,
She was young and she didn't know,
Why things were like this,
If anyone could know the way,
He lied to her,
He lied to her,
With a perfectly straight face.
She believed him.