A Young Tom Sawyer

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John T. Wurzer

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Feel like I'm floating down a river on a lark on a raft in the dark
Just a mark for a shark who barks that his name is Injun Joe
Every evil thought that forgot to be shot he's a bringing up over and over
As if I ought to know
Water rushing by my ears, flushing out the fears
Washing salty tears from years of ceaseless pain
And just like a young Tom Sawyer, I could use a lawyer
To sue the man named Sam who dealt me this hand goes by the name of Mr. Twain

Just like a young Tom Sawyer, I want to ramble
I want to gamble, but I've got a fence to paint
The summer sun is relentless
It burns me up and shuts me down and leaves me feeling faint
Two hundred feet of rusty wrought iron waiting for me 
Like an enemy about to blow my mind
But just like a young Tom Sawyer
I got my eye on a passerby who's gonna paint while I unwind

Somehow, I lost Huck Finn; yeah someone did him in
For the original sin of being born dirt poor
They let him throw his life away on an ocean of decay
I've even heard them say he's rotten to the core
Sent him down a river on a boat carrying a note
Explaining that his vote was joke like the vote of n*gger Jim
Until he drifted to the sea soaked in misery 
Trying to get free from the man he used to be
And I wish that I could see what's become of him

Just like a young Tom Sawyer, I want to ramble
I want to gamble, but I've got a fence to paint
The summer sun is relentless
It burns me up and shuts me down and leaves me feeling faint
Two hundred feet of rusty wrought iron waiting for me 
Like an enemy about to blow my mind
But just like a young Tom Sawyer
I got my eye on a passerby who's gonna paint while I unwind

Staring at two hundred feet of railing with a fear of failing
Clinging to a paint brush with arthritic hands
Swollen with a pain stolen from a brain that was driven insane
In the rain while living off the land
This job is bigger than my dreams, going to extremes, bursting at the seams
With themes that I cannot explain
Feeling like a young Tom Sawyer sitting in a foyer, peeking like a voyeur
At little miss Becky Thatcher watching her toy with Old Man Twain

Just like a young Tom Sawyer, I want to ramble
I want to gamble, but I've got a fence to paint
The summer sun is relentless
It burns me up and shuts me down and leaves me feeling faint
Two hundred feet of rusty wrought iron waiting for me 
Like an enemy about to blow my mind
But just like a young Tom Sawyer
I got my eye on a passerby who's gonna paint while I unwind

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