Tune For Tommy

Tommy was no good they said, but who were they to know?
For they were only grown-ups, and I was six years old
Old enough to see the good, too young to see the bad
And Tommy and his old French Horn were the best friends that I had

He'd pick me up and sit me on his big old double bed
I'd sit there and I'd listen to everything he said
And when he played his old French Horn, he'd play the same old tune
And I can hear it just as if I was in Tommy's room

He'd send me to the corner store with a dollar in my hand
For Extract Of Vanilla, and never mind the brand
As long as it was alcohol, it was all the same to him
It helped to pass the time away, back in Tommy's room

Repeat first verse

Words and music by Jerry Rasmussen