| He was gone two years, two years
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| That I thought it would never end
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| Now P.F.C. |
| Williams is just plain Old Jimmy again
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| But it doesn’t make faces to cheer up
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| The children the way that he used to before
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| And it doesn’t feed pigeons or sing in the shower
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| And I hear his laugh anymore
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| His face has grown old and his eyes have grown cold
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| And they tell you of where he has been
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| Crongratulations, you sure made a man out of him
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| And I know he won’t finish that treehouse that he’s started
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| A month before he went away
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| And although he takes me to church every Sunday
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| He sits there but doesn’t pray
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| He keeps things in sight like they’ve got something to hide
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| I admit it, you did it, you win
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| Congratulations, you sure made a man out of him |