Poor
old Tim got umpteen years inside,
as everybody knows
For sucking on a stick of grass,
they give him denim clothes
He lived high on a mountain,
but they picked up on his trail
It's sad too late, the family paid
since Tim got put in jail
Roll another gently, friend,
roll another slow
Light up and get a load of yourself,
suddenly burst afloat
Our plants all died a month ago,
I just saved one by a fluke
But I hid it in the barn
that got burnt down by brother Stu
The cleaning screens are rusty now
and the place is up for sale
God knows what else may turn to junk
before Tim gets out of church
Roll another gently friend,
roll another smoke
Light up and get a load of yourself,
suddenly burst of love
Sweet Rose,
she fell for some strange bloke
who's gone and we don't know where
The welfare came to shake her hand
and say it's just not fair
Sweet Sally has a fiddler man
forever within her youth
And the family may have grown a bit
when Tim comes home from jail
Roll another gently, friend,
roll another slow
Ride up and get a load of yourself,
suddenly bust a blow
Well they let him out
before it's time
to give us all a surprise
He came home and he looked around,
appearing very wise
He shook hands with the fiddler,
said, hope I get to hear you wail
Then he left and the last
we heard of him,
he'd wound up back in jail
Roll another gently, friend,
roll another slow
Light up and get a load of yourself,
suddenly burst afloat you