Early in the morning on a farm far from the main road Up before anyone else I think I'll go for a walk out in the woods, not sure just where Might go see if TC's there The dew had not yet left the yard Diamonds in the grass A wealthy girl and all Took all my good friends [Whistles] Here Booger, here Rex Way across the field they come Here they come, here they are We go out in the woods Way across the fields And the birds sing it's morning in spring [bird calls] And a hippo cloud passes overhead Followed by a cat cloud with a ball of yarn in its paws Around the final bend I see a trailer sitting there [Knocks on door] 'Miss Gibson, is TC here?' 'Well he's out back, honey' [runs out back] TC is a memory TC In TC's younger days he played many a barhouse and roundhouse All across the southland He built some houses that people live in now, yes he did TC fought in some wars Did quite a few chores Planted plenty of gardens Raised kids, raised pigeons In his toolshed that he's built out back He's got his homemade heater and a Fridgedaire full of root beer And a pool table sitting there And his friends These animals that come around He feeds them at twilight TC's got many a story to tell With the dancing light in his eyes He plays ukelele 'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...' 'O my darling, O my darling, O my darling...' TC Now what would a man like TC do With a million dreams But them in a box, lock them up tight And mark them 'Unimportant Things' TC is a memory TC