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Cars lined up the street A procession for the thief The men were restless and the women howled As they professed their grief A smoke was lying on his lips And in his hand a rusty flask Even in death he'd forced a smile I oughta give him his dues for going out like that When you've walked through the valley Saw the face of death And you've paid your debts Well then, is there anything left Is there anything left When you've settled up Is there anything left I came to pay a false courtesy So you couldn't get the best of me But the grief hung in the air and mingled with the sweat I presumed to know your inner workings, but I just guessed I never thought much about the man He was always just drifting along But a couple hours in SongtexteWe were drunk as sin I was wrong, I was wrong about him I came around, I came around, I came around I took you for a hanger-on But the way those folks all wept You must've been doing something right To move the company you kept The drinks kept coming and I loosed my tongue And I talked a little shit But your friends just laughed and chimed right in Telling yarns so good it made me quit I never thought much about the man He was always just drifting along But a couple hours in We were drunk as sin I was wrong, I was wrong about him I came around, I came around, I came around I came around, I came around, I came around The room started reeling I got the feeling I read you wrong Then another bottle of gin Break out the bar brawl again You were the reason for them By the time the sun was at its feet Everybody there was pissed And I can say with some degree of certainty The old bastard will be missed I thought your life was nothing more than one long grift Now I sit weeping by your coffin Clutching a bottle in my fist I came around, I came around, I came around I came around, I came around, I came around I came around, I came around, I came around I came around, I came around, I came around I came around, I came around, I came around I came around, I came around, I came around Aus Songtexte Mania