Like a dark day in December
Looking kinda scary
Feelin' like a fraction of a man

Sittin', playin' blackjack
Wonders if he's runnin' out of time
His mama called him Harold

When push comes to shove
With dollar signs in his eyes

That Harry ever loved
For a name he can't remember
And he smiles through all those lies
Slumps down at the table
Feelin' like a fraction of a man

Harry sips Black Label
With a hooker and a tourist
The other was a waitress
An old forgotten southern times
She was one of only two women
Thumbing through the phone book
Lookin' desperate like a junkie
Now Biloxi, he's got a sadness

He's gone most of the year
He's in sales
He orders himself another beer

That broke his heart
Now Harry, he's a dreamer
Waitin' for a fix to come around

And a one eyed dealer winnin' every hand
In Cave Creek, Arizona
But Harry recognizes
And tangled up his mind
But he'll be there for you

And a scholar and a schemer
My old friend Harry