I heard it said   You had come back from the dead   You were playing so fine   Scooping up the soul of the wine   Now courage my boy   When they look you in the eye   Try not to look too scummy   If you need some money   And you want their money      Now I know...   This ain't no happy place to be   You know they're nice around me   You know they're nice about me   And everyone agrees      About what's won in a year from here, my friend   Promises, promises...   You've heard it all before      But nobody ever   Ever get me more...      Oh yes courage my boy   When you look them in the eye   That they laugh if they try to be funny      All along...   Belong   You're still my son   And coin my words   Oh it's absurd how you get so   Very old, man   Typical tan   Took me in hand   To ...      ... hour   Banged or bruised