Now my old friend Harry
Never slowed down to marry
He's in sales

He's gone most of the year

And he smiles through all those lies

With dollar signs in his eyes
He orders himself another beer


Now Harry, he's a dreamer
And a scholar and a schemer
But he'll be there for you

When push comes to shove

His mama called him Harold

She was one of only two women
That Harry ever loved


The other was a waitress
In Cave Creek, Arizona
That broke his heart

And tangled up his mind

My old friend Harry

Looking kinda scary
Wonders if he's runnin' out of time


Now Biloxi, he's got a sadness
Like a dark day in December
But Harry recognizes

An old forgotten southern times

Thumbing through the phone book

For a name he can't remember
Lookin' desperate like a junkie
Waitin' for a fix to come around


Sittin', playin' blackjack
With a hooker and a tourist

And a one eyed dealer winnin' every hand

Harry sips Black Label

Slumps down at the table
Feelin' like a fraction of a man
Feelin' like a fraction of a man