Now my old friend Harry Never slowed down to marry He's in sales He's gone most of the year And he smiles through all those lies With dollar signs in his eyes He orders himself another beer Now Harry, he's a dreamer And a scholar and a schemer But he'll be there for you When push comes to shove His mama called him Harold She was one of only two women That Harry ever loved The other was a waitress In Cave Creek, Arizona That broke his heart And tangled up his mind My old friend Harry Looking kinda scary Wonders if he's runnin' out of time Now Biloxi, he's got a sadness Like a dark day in December But Harry recognizes An old forgotten southern times Thumbing through the phone book For a name he can't remember Lookin' desperate like a junkie Waitin' for a fix to come around Sittin', playin' blackjack With a hooker and a tourist And a one eyed dealer winnin' every hand Harry sips Black Label Slumps down at the table Feelin' like a fraction of a man Feelin' like a fraction of a man