He cursed like a billiard player
His racks his stick upon the ground, he
Waddles blind 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 racks his stick upon the ground
And she would ask him
She was young and she didn't know
Why things were like this
And not another way


He lied to her
He lied to her
With a perfectly straight face
She believed him