Days of Yore - Fiddler's Green

Well he hung all his wild years

On a nail which he drove

Through his wife’s lovely forehead

That he laid on their stove

Then he looked for his matches

And heated the heat

And his soul clasped it’s hands

'Bout his deed

Then he took two gallons

Of gas in a can

And doused everything in the house

How nice it was burning

But he didn’t look back

Never get caught in a trap

And he felt the same old freedom

He used to feel before

In days of yore

And his boss saw the muzzle

Of his old army gun

The trigger was pulled and he gone

He was catching the glimpse

Of forthcoming live

Well, you’ve gotta be tough to survive

And the earth kept on turning

Like in days of yore

As an old paltry man reached the shore

And he felt like a little nothing

But there was no more pain

So he jumped and thought

«Let's do it again»

And he felt the same old freedom

He used to feel before

In days of yore

And he felt the same old fre