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A sugar pop dropped down the delivery slot
'Cause he loaded it up
When I was there to buy some strings
Certain times like these
Mean everything to me

Tommy looked up at his novelty clock
He stopped and locked up the shop to play a piece
He turned and talked to me
'Til I would have to leave

He said, Young boy, gotta let it fly
There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye
Don't you beg for bread when there's so much more
You can dream the whole damn store
There'll be many a night when you can't find food
From the long road home to the hotel room
But don't forget that I always believed in you

Good on you, boy
Good on me?
Good on you

A cigarette shot to the marigold pot
As they wished me good luck
I shut the door and crossed the street
Every couple weeks
I would check in just to see
To Bishop in shock
Picked the telephone up
Put my cigarette, cough
And said, Oh man, it's good to hear from
You would not believe
But Tommy had to leave

Hey there boy, go ahead and fly
Say hello to your mom in the midnight sky
I won't forget that you always believed in me
'Cause many a night when I can't find food
Take a look at me now, man I'm playing my tunes
I won't forget you
'Cause you were good to me

Good on you, boy
Hell, good on me
But good on you