Last Night's pipe smoke still fills the Air
Through the morning Sunlight's vacant Stare
A Deck of Cards scattered on the Floor
Fifth of Bourbon with not one sip More
That's how it was a few years Ago
With Frank, Sal, Tony and his friend Joe
Good times were had, but now they are Gone
No one has stayed, not even Big John
They've all gone away down different Roads
Through forces of many luckless Bodes
Never to see each other no More
To share a Smoke, a shot of Liquore
They've taken a Bus from here to There
The places they've gone, no one knows Where
All was left behind in the stale Air
Even the Sunlight's ever so distant Stare
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