The Ballad Of Old Tom Jones

1 (same as first part of):
 Old Tom Jones, woke up on a winters morn
 The sun was barely poking through through the trees
 The mercury read minus 50 degrees
 He thought for sure the damn thing had finally broken
 Pre- 1:
 Until he walked outside
 He said Kenny, I'm getting old
 I'm tired, stove up and I'm cold,
 It's a long time since I've gotten any
 I been crawling over dollar bills and chasing pennies
 And lately I've been thinking 'bout home
 This old ranch been here, for many, many a year
 May for to feed the men, head north for gold
 It'll still go strong, long after I've moved on
 So to some to rich fool searching through his soul
 Pre- 2:
 Dreaming of being a cowboy
 Kenny, so goddamn tired
 Feel like I'm held together with baling twine and wire
 There's a dance in Jesman Friday night
 There's a widow I'm hoping just might,
 Offer me a little company
 She's a hard one, so I don't think it'll come free
 I never got to see my mom, before she died
 And I'd like to see just where they laid her bones
 Back to the rolling hills of Bristol
 Where ain't no one packs a pistol
 And a cowboy only rides in books
 Pre- 3 (Same as pre- 2):
 And boy, I'll tell some tales
 And Kenny, I wonder which one's home
 When you ain't sure anymore, you start to feel alone
 Just this restlessness, come creeping in
 Following me anywhere that lately I've been
 Like a heavy rain banging on the tin
 The salmon down on the Fraser, swimming with the battered fins