Jack Reminiscing

Well, my pa was always in gloom
 And his hat was made of raccoon
 He was drunk in the afternoon
 Nearly every day
 And his mind was like a trap
 Where he kept a hand-drawn map
 How to get to the Arkansas flats
 From the lights of Broadway
 And the holy men always say
 We'll meet again someday
 In that city beyond the stars
 In a golden cafe
 Oh, my ma, she loved him so
 And she'd make him a cup of Joe
 And he'd drink it like an Eskimo
 As his children did play
 And she'd bake him a mincemeat pie
 And he'd drink when his mouth was dry
 And he died on the Fourth of July
 In a firework display
 And the holy men always say
 We'll meet again someday
 In that city beyond the stars
 In a golden cafe
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 Oh, I was an Eagle Scout
 With a trumpet, I'd stomp and shout
 And I'd sing of the Arkansas trout
 And I'd sleep in the hay, hey
 But now I'm always in gloom
 And my hat is made of raccoon
 And I'm drunk in the afternoon
 Nearly every day (hey)
 And the holy men always say (yeah, they say)
 We'll meet again someday
 In that city beyond the stars
 In a golden cafe