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Well I poked my lighter through a hurricane hole,I'm drinking champagne from a turtle-shell bowl.I grabbed on the hook of his big fishin' rod,I'm holding my breath in the shadow of Tom.Well I starred in a puppet-show in an alley-waybuilt a king-sized bed from a bale of hay.The sun is sweat and the moon is blood,they all get eclipsed in the shadow of Tom.Stereo blaring just as loud as it can,Toms the only one who really understands.And i'm shuffling cards in an interstate townI got my shoes shined by a one-eyed clownGas station coffee ain't never too hot.I'm runnin' on fumes in the shadow of Tom.Theres a homemade scarecrow beating on a druma dead, drunk preacher is cleaning his guns.Whiskey and dust and its name is mud,spouted from the pulpit in the shadow of TomStereo playing just as loud as it can,Toms the only one who really understands.SongtexteWhen i fetch my daddy a hickory stickeverytime i cuss an unborn baby kicksdaddys gonna have to hit me really really hard,to end my time in the shadow of Tom.Stereo blaring just as loud as it canToms the only one who really understands. Aus Songtexte Mania