Ole' Tookie

tookie winfeild was a friend of mine from way on back down the way back in my river days mean old man with a heart of gold ugly old geezer with a silver tongue ole tookie could talk a mile a second say nothin at all ole tookie was as crazy as a jackrabbit in heat and twice as slick used to see that ole codger strolling on the avenue with some young honey on his arm carefree as sin and twice in its debt yes sir...ole tookie was a friend of mine back in the day we ran that river like it was our private playground mean old man with a heart of gold ugly old geezer with a silver tongue both barrels for the lookers and a bottle of shine for the sippers yes sir back when i was young that river was ours they found old tookie winfeild up on the river frozen to death in the dead of night took to drinking up there by his lonesome and shouting at the moon aint no good ever come from no crazy man least thats what they say but old tookie was allright in his own crazy way mean old man with a heart of gold ugly old geezer with a silver tongue he was a friend to many a poor boy down the old river way