Jon Shain - Old Bill (for Bill Morrissey)

Old shiny-eyed Bill - he croaked like a frog
Slept like a fish and drank like a log
Whatever he did - he did it his own way
That’s how I remember him today

Loved the Tamworth mountains and taking late night walks
Loved Mississippi John and pulling for the Sox
If you were pretty and nice he might go out on a limb
Couple drinks later he might ask you to marry him

Old Casanova Bill - he croaked like a frog
Slept like a fish and drank like a log
Whatever he did - he did it his own way
That’s how I remember him today

He had lots of friends that he had never met
Some came to his shows and some were on the net
Spent a lot of time driving these roads alone
Pulling words from the air as if they'd been windblown

Old story-telling Bill - he croaked like a frog
Slept like a fish and drank like a log
Whatever he did - he did it his own way
That’s how I remember him today

He had a steady thumb to go with his shaky voice
Made a little ruckus though he didn’t make a lot of noise
He went out like a greek tragedy it was a real disappointment for us
When he left us all behind to be his chorus

Old shiny-eyed Bill - he croaked like a frog
Slept like a fish and drank like a log
Whatever he did - he did it his own way
That’s how I remember him today