THOM PARROTT, SONGWRITER
lyrics from the self published booklet
SONGS I HAVEN'T SUNG IN NEW YORK CITY

Take A Hit On Me
Two Thousand Miles
Hard Luck Man
Just One Time Before I Go
Hudson's Name Was Henry
Last Call Lullaby
Vasectomy Rag
Tomorrow Is A Teacher
The Last Time
Feels Like Praying
Dirty Old Man
Leavin' You
One Good Man That's Gone
How Can I Kiss You
Back Between Women Again
The Lovin' Times
Call On Me
Narco Blues
Standing In The Rain
Rose's Tavern


TAKE A HIT ON ME
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1972 by Thom Parrott, BMI

Take a hit on me. Take a hit on me.
Smoke the grass that grows on my grave when I've been set free.
Just lay back and watch the sky.
Think of me while you're getting high.
When I'm gone I want all of my friends to take a hit on me.

In my time of dying, I don't want nobody to mourn.
Think of me as being free and not as dead and gone.
When you plant my body, plant a few of the seeds you've saved,
So that, when you visit, you can take a little hit
From the grass growing on my grave.

Chorus.

In my time of dying, I want everybody to sing.
Do a few of my favorite songs and make those mountains ring.
And as long as any remember come back every once in a while.
Harvest a little and pass it around,
And sing a few songs and smile.

Chorus.

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TWO THOUSAND MILES
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1972 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I'd like to have shared the snow that rode the branches
And the black dog standing knee deep in the snow,
And the silence underneath the sky that closed in like a womb,
But you're two thousand miles and such a long time ago.

I'd like to have shared this moving in a new house
And watching old logs crumble in the fire's glow
And the counter made of tile that's right beside the stove,
But you're two thousand miles and such a long time ago.

I'm sorry that we had to share the bad times.
I was so awfully hard to get along with, I know.
But then, it wasn't only me that had such lousy days,
But that's two thousand miles and such a long time ago.

I'd like to share the hope that things get better,
That time can heal most any kind of wound,
That maybe someday, if we can get ourselves together
It won't be two thousand miles, but just across the room.

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HARD LUCK MAN
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1973 by Thom Parrott, BMI

Went on down to Central with a twenty in my hand,
Looking for a woman who's looking for a man.
Went on down to Central with a twenty in my hand,
Looking for a woman who's looking for a man.

Get yourself one woman, you know you best get two,
One for your lead man, another one for you.
Get yourself one woman, you know you best get two,
One for your lead man, another one for you.

I used to love this woman, she lived in my home.
After three years of marriage, a poor boy sure can feel alone.
I used to love this woman, she lived in my home.
After three years of marriage, a poor boy sure can feel alone.

I went on down to the White House, gazed on the Capitol dome,
Prayed to God above, but that woman won=t come home.
I went on down to the White House, gazed on the Capitol dome,
Prayed to God above, but that woman won't come home.

Went on down to the gypsy to have my fortune read.
Went on down to the gypsy to have my fortune read.
"If you wanta sing these blues, you gotta be a hard luck man," she said.

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JUST ONE TIME BEFORE I GO
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1971 by Thom Parrott, BMI

My momma left me restless, my poppa left me wild,
I've got to tell you woman, I can only stay a little while.
Someday soon, I'm gonna get back on the road.
I want you to rock me, baby, just one time before I go.

I've played a little guitar, played a little harp,
Gonna play a littler more before I have to stop.
Someday soon, I'm gonna get back on the road.
I want you to rock me, baby, just one time before I go.

I've been all across this country, moved from town to town,
You can mark it on my gravestone, "This poor boy gets around."
Someday soon, I'm gonna get back on the road.
I want you to rock me, baby, just one time before I go.

If anyone should ask you who it was made up this song,
Tell them "Tommy Parrott, he's been here but he's gone."
Someday soon, I'm gonna get back on the road.
I want you to rock me, baby, just one time before I go.

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HUDSON'S NAME WAS HENRY
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1971 by Thom Parrott, BMI

Hudson's name was Henry but the river is a john.
You once could see the sandy bed the water rested on.
But now the waste from factories and sewers flows along.
Hudson's name was Henry but the river is a john.

When Henry Hudson sailed his ship up past the Palisades,
His men could see the flounders on the bottom where they played.
But the white man brought his industry and time has flowed along.
Hudson's name was Henry but the river is a john.

Chorus.

We go into the bathroom and we leave a healthy load.
Then we pull the handle flushing out the old commode.
For, thanks to Sir John Harrington, our waste is washed away,
Down the mighty Hudson, out to the ocean's spray.

Chorus.

Producing electricity, paper, glass and such,
We make hot water, poisons, sludge and all that nasty stuff.
But since control costs money and doesn't seem to make us more,
We run our waste into the stream that flows by our back door.

Chorus.

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LAST CALL LULLABY
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I can always find the cash for one more bottle
Even if I have to dress in cast off clothes
And no matter where I am I'm near a barroom
Where I sit and drink until it=s time to close.

I buy my last drink when last call goes ringin thru the room
And when it's gone I stumble off alone
When I reach my rented bed I sleep just like a child
Cause "Last Call Lullaby" is my favorite song.

People ask me why they seldom see me smilin
But they don't know the things that brought me here
And if I tried to tell I know they wouldn't listen
So I shake my head and laugh into my beer.

Chorus.

I'm the sad one that you'll see in every barroom
Alone in some dark corner near the door
The face may change but it's the same old story
We're the lonely ones who just don't care no more.

Chorus.

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VASECTOMY RAG (AIN'T NO WAY)
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

We sat around your place and had some wine.
We had the urge and we had the time.
And I'll certify that it sure was fine,
But, honey, there ain't no way.
Now you're coming to me with tears in your eyes,
Telling me a whole pack of lies,
But, woman, I've got a little surprise.
Honey, there ain't no way.

There ain't no way. There ain't no way.
You say you're gonna have your lawyer make me pay,
But, woman, I've just got one thing to say:
Honey, there ain't no way.
I've been to the doctor and I had it done.
You know I still like my loving fun,
But there's no way it can be my daughter or son.
No, honey, there ain't no way.

Well I've been with you girl, I'll admit.
In fact it was a marvelous fit.
But if you faint easy, you'd better sit,
Cause, honey, there ain't no way.
You're coming to me and calling me "Pop,"
But I'm afraid I'm gonna hafta let the other shoe drop.
This saying that it's mine is gonna have to stop
Cause, honey, there ain't no way.

Chorus.

There's just one thing I don't understand.
You say you haven't been with any other man,
But I had the tube cut from that gland,
So, honey, there ain't no way.
Before you hired that lawyer and ran amok,
You should have talked to me about passing the buck.
I'd have explained to you that you were just out of luck.
Honey, there ain't no way.

Chorus.

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TOMORROW IS A TEACHER
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1966, 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

The golden fingered sun is now a-ris-ing.
The magic mist of morning melts away.
The highway calls me to the far ho-ri-zon.
The day is racing, I must not delay.

For tomorrow is a teacher and today a traveled road,
And the footsteps of the morning want my walking.
So I must leave you here, now, to go upon that road,
And you know there is no time left, now, for talking.

I'll miss you when today is but a memory,
But I've missed a girl most everyplace I've stayed.
I'll miss another when you have replaced me,
And a hundred more before I've gone to stay.

For tomorrow is a teacher and today a traveled road,
And the footsteps of the morning want my walking.
So I must leave you here, now, to go upon that road,
And you know there is no time left, now, for talking.

There are some things here I wish I were not leaving,
For I know that I never may return.
But you know that parting is no time for grieving.
The road's a classroom and I want to learn.

For tomorrow is a teacher and today a traveled road,
And the footsteps of the morning want my walking.
So I must leave you here, now, to go upon that road,
And you know there is no time left, now, for talking.

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THE LAST TIME
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I took that cold and lonely walk again down 57th Street.
I had come 2,000 miles by car but now I used my feet.
I didn't want it this way, I wanted to be friends.
But you would never let it lay, and so it had to end.

This is the last time, -- I won't call you anymore.
This is the last time, -- I won't come knocking on your door.
Now you can tell your parents what you want for them to hear,
And I won't care, I'll be on the road and far away from here.

You wanted me to write the songs that lingered in my soul,
But things just always seemed so wrong when I'd come in from the cold.
So now I'm on the street again with nothing but my song.
And you may be right, that you do me good, by doing me so wrong.

This is the last time....

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FEELS LIKE PRAYING
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

God set man before His holy throne.
Man said, God, you know I'm feeling so alone.
I need a partner, like the beasts of the field.
You've been alone you must know how I feel.

God said, Yes, I'll make a woman for you,
But there is one thing that you've got to do.
When you love her, you must call my Name.
It feels like praying and it works just about the same.

God made woman. God made man.
Put us all here just to do the best we can.
When we love one another, we must call His Name.
It feels like praying and it works just about the same.

God made all things two by two.
Made you for me, baby, and made me for you,
And when we love each other, we must call His Name.
It feels like praying and it works just about the same.

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DIRTY OLD MAN
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I'm a dirty old man, I'm a dirty old man,
I'm a dirty old man, talkin to you
Hopin you're a dirty old woman too.

Now I'm just a drifter out on my own
But I never much cared for a sleepin alone
So take me to your home, let me linger awhile
If you let me stay for breakfast I can make you smile
Chorus

An up front woman is so hard to find
You all seem to keep your needs in the back of your mind
So listen here, baby, I'm talkin to you
I want some lovin, do you want some too?
Chorus

I won't try to snow you with some macho verse
There may be better, but I know there's worse
Cause I've been around, I know what to do
Will you let me run thru my paces for you?
Chorus

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LEAVIN' YOU
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1971 by Thom Parrott, BMI

Leavin you, leavin you, hardest thing I ever had to do.
Great God, honey babe, I'm leavin you.

Leavin you, leavin you, hardest thing I ever had to do.
Goodbye, honey babe, I'm leavin you.

I don't hurry, I take my time, Headin out for the county line.
Goodbye, honey babe, I'm leavin you.
Left New York bout an hour ago. Now I'm just half way to Mexico.
Great God, honey babe, I'm leavin you.
Chorus.

I watched the sunset, watched the dawn. Turned to you, but you were gone.
Goodbye, honey babe, I'm leavin you.
Guess you were with your other man. I don't like it but I understand.
Great God, honey babe, I'm leavin you.
Chorus.

I'm feelin kind of old and small, But I've done everything I could to stall.
Goodbye, honey babe, I'm leavin you.
So I don't hurry, I take my time, Headed out for the county line.
Great God, honey babe, I'm leavin you.
Chorus.

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ONE GOOD MAN THAT'S GONE
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

You'll have so few true friends in your time.
You must cherish them all, I've lost one of mine.
And I think he'd be pleased if I'd write him a song,
So here is a tune for one good man that's gone.

We've all known someone whose heart is so free
That there's room inside for anyone they see,
And they love you for yourself, not what they wish you to be.
Well that's the kind of friend that my friend Bruce was to me.

And I think he'd be pleased if I'd write him a song,
So here is a tune for one good man that's gone.

There were so many nights we'd play our guitars,
Or just sit and talk til we talked down the stars,
Then I'd spread my bedroll out on his floor,
But, in this life those nights won't happen anymore.

Chorus.

He went to see a friend, driving in the snow.
Another car slid sideways, he died from the blow.
There are questions whose answers we never can know,
But I pray I'll be with him when it's my time to go.

Chorus.

You'll have so few true friends in your time.
You must cherish them all. I've lost one of mine,
And I think he'd be pleased if I'd write him a song,
So here is a tune for one good man that's gone.

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HOW CAN I KISS YOU IF YOU WON'T STAND STILL
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I met this little girl when we were in school.
She was always laughing at me, she'd treat me like a fool.
She bet I wouldn't kiss her, said that I wouldn't dare,
But, when I reached for her, she wasn't even there.

I said, how can I kiss you if you won't stand still?
I could try to run you down but that's not my thrill.
If you won't kiss me, I know your sister will.
How can I kiss you if you won't stand still?

Later on we dated. One night we parked.
We decided to take a little stroll in the dark.
She turned to face me. I puckered up and then
She started running round like a headless hen.

I said, how can I kiss you....

I finally asked that woman to be my wife.
To settle down with me for the rest of my life.
The minister said "You may kiss the bride."
But she started leaping from side to side.

I said, how can I kiss you....

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BACK BETWEEN WOMEN AGAIN
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I lost my woman, just the other day.
Things weren't working out, there was nothing I could say.
Lord, lord, here I am, back between women again.

I've been alone before, so this is nothing new,
But still I just don't know what to do.
Lord, lord, here I am, back between women again.

I've left some women and some women have left me.
I've tried to settle down. Seems it's just not meant to be.
Lord, lord, here I am, back between women again.

I just had one girl, tho I should have known,
When you just have one, you=re gonna wind up all alone.
Lord, lord, here I am, back between women again.

So listen woman, if you're looking for a man,
Come and talk to me about it, I just might understand.
Lord, lord, here I am, back between women again.

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THE LOVIN' TIMES
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I'd like to say that I'll return but it's too soon, you know I'm just now leaving.
And you might leave yourself or one or both of us be just too changed for saving.
We shared our love from time to time but neither of us spoke the lie "forever."
There's no need for tears, let's laugh and sing about the loving times we spent together.

Let's sing about the loving times before I move along.
Our yesterdays can live again if we put them in a song.
And I won't argue with you if it's right or if it's wrong.
It's a song to sing tomorrow when the loving times are gone.

Too often I have used the words that bound me to somebody else unthinking.
And though I've meant them at the time I've found that time can change things while we're blinking.
But you and I have never made a vow to break and set our hearts to breaking.
But still I'll try to keep in touch, its not a one way street that I am taking.

Let's sing about the loving times before I move along.
Our yesterdays can live again if we put them in a song.
And I won't argue with you if it's right or if it's wrong.
It's a song to sing tomorrow when the loving times are gone.

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CALL ON ME
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

If your sideshow seems to get too big for the circus,
If your big tent will not hold what you want it to,
If you just can't seem to take any more of the rumpus,
Then call on me, I'm always glad to see you.

If the risks you take outweigh your part time profits.
If you always seem to have those gamblers blues,
If you=re losing sleep but you don't know where you lost it,
Then call on me, I'm always glad to see you.

Now I will not give you of my time for nothing.
But your smile can make my heart burn like the Sun,
And if you call, you will not find me bluffing,
But call me soon, I'm a straggler on the run.

If you need to talk but your man won't pay attention,
If you need his help but he will not come through,
If your time with him is burned up by dissension,
Then call on me, I'm always glad to see you.

I'm a broken dream that's running down the highway,
But I listen well and I try to understand,
And I won't insist on all things being my way,
And I'll be your lover if I cannot be your man.

If you wake because your night's too dark for dreaming,
If you watch the dawn and this song comes ringing through,
If your loneliness comes on you like a demon,
Then call on me, I'm always glad to see you.

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NARCO BLUES
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

There's a killer loose: whisky, wine and beer.
They kill a hundred thousand people every year.
Grass is much safer; hardly ever kills at all,
But it's got one problem you won't get with alcohol:
That's the narco blues. The narco blues.
You better stick to booze or else you'll get the narco blues.

You can come home drunk and beat up on your wife.
Beat your children black and blue and you won't get no strife.
But smoke a little pot, mellow down to get some peace,
And you're gonna get a visit from a whole lot of police.
That's the narco blues. The narco blues.
You better stick to booze or else you'll get the narco blues.

This gang of long haired goons came smashing down my door.
They put a gun into my face and knocked me to the floor.
I remembered Charlie Manson. I thought that I was dead.
Then somebody said: "It's the wrong address," and I knew it was the Feds.
I had the narco blues. The narco blues.
You better stick to booze or else you'll get the narco blues.

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STANDING IN THE RAIN
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I never had much luck with women.
Seems I've been lonely all my life,
Tho I've had some lovin from time to time,
And for a while I even had a wife.

But today seems just so much like yesterday.
Tomorrow holds no promise but the same.
Tonight I'm gonna be alone again
And I feel like I'm standing in the rain.

I miss the days when I was younger,
Young enough I still could feel the pain.
Now I only feel a bitter aching,
And I wonder if I'll ever love again.

But today seems just so much like yesterday.
Tomorrow holds no promise but the same.
Tonight I'm gonna be alone again
And I feel like I'm standing in the rain.

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THE BALLAD OF ROSE'S TAVERN
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1974 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I'm going to Rose's in old Algodones,
Might even sit in for awhile,
Where Brandy and Friday and Linda and Coz
Help everybody to smile.

The jukebox is filled with all kinds of good stuff,
Tex Ritter and Kershaw and the Stones,
And even if you're feeling so lonesome where you are,
When you get there, you'll always feel at home.

There's dancing on Friday and Saturday nights,
On Sunday, there's a big barbecue,
On Thursday, John Williams will sing you his songs,
And they're open the other nights too.

The beer's bout as cheap as you'll find it around,
You can shoot some 8-ball if you like to watch those balls go down,
There's a fine home-cooked meal early every Wednesday night,
And they've got the best damn mellow vibes they're sure to get you feeling right.

Head north out of 'Querque on I-25,
Head west at the Cuba signs,
Turn right at the crossroad in north Bernalillo,
And you'll make it on up there just fine.

I'm going to Rose's in old Algodones,
Might even sit in for awhile,
Where Brandy and Friday and Linda and Coz
Help everybody to smile.

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Thom Parrott, Songwriter
lyrics from the self published booklet SONGS I HAVEN'T SUNG IN NEW YORK CITY
Take A Hit On Me // Two Thousand Miles // Hard Luck Man // Just One Time Before I Go // Hudson's Name Was Henry Last Call Lullaby // Vasectomy Rag // Tomorrow Is A Teacher // The Last Time // Feels Like Praying Dirty Old Man // Leavin' You // One Good Man That's Gone // How Can I Kiss You // Back Between Women Again The Lovin' Times // Call On Me // Narco Blues // Standing In The Rain // Rose's Tavern


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