作曲 : Mullins
Now my old friend 
Harry, Never slowed down to marry, he's in sales, 
He's gone most of the year 
And he smiles thru all his lies,with dollar signs in his eyes, 
He orders himself another beer 
Now Harry he's a dreamer, 
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, you're lookin kinda scary and wonders if he's runnin out of time 
Now Biloxi's got a sadness like a dark day in 
December But 
Harry recognizes an all forgotten southern town 
Thumbin thru 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