The Last of the Drifters, with Tom T. Hall Lyrics
(Tom T. Hall)
[With Tom T. Hall]
-Solo-
I'm the last of the babies of the World War II
World War II, and that's one we didn't lose (never can)
I was raised on biscuits, plum and powdered eggs
Tim and Joe, baseball and Marilyn's legs
And I'm the last of the drifters, last of the drifters (yeah)
I remember when the freight train refused for want of coal
When they'd run on coal and I was pretty to go (me, too)
Old white shirt and a tie and an overall
Sometimes I think that my Daddy knew it all
When I'm the last of the drifters, last of the drifters (yeah)
I remember Louisiana in a hot steamy night
Hot steamy night and she was holding me tight
An old red Chevy with a big back-seat
I had me some two tall shoes off my feet (put them on)
I'm the last of the drifters, last of the drifters (yeah)
-Solo-
I'm a World War Baby, holding Mamma's hand
Mamma's hand and how my Daddy knew the land
Chuck Berry's music and poverty and wealth
I got some great big scars on myself
I'm the last of the drifters, last of the drifters (yeah)
I'm the last high roller with the last good hands
Last good hands and I'm a gambling man
All them bombs and people waiting on that boom (bump)
Sometimes I reckon, I got here too soon
I'm the last of the drifters, I'm the last of the drifters (yeah)
Yeah, I was here at the first bump
I'm the last of the drifters, last of the drifters
Hear, remember that Second World War, don't you
Yeah, I do, thought a lot of you, fine and Marilyn's legs (yeah)
Where was that - Gene Autry on a Saturday night
