Scotty

Scotty checked out this morning
in his customary way
with a glass of good malt whisky in his hand
at least thats what they say
he didnt leave much owing
when he finally paid the bill
maybe he shouldve settled a few good scores
but now i guess
he never will
i remember the time he told me
we were born under a golden star
and maybe sometimes we couldnt find it
and the journey seemed too far
but it was just a matter of hanging in
and wed get there in the end
well it seems youre going to find it
my crazy. beautiful friend
Mr.scott has left the building
the big old 12 strings is packed away
the gig is finally over
and Scottys on his way
but theres a song i still keep singing
and ill never lose the tune
'cause Scottys out there somewhere
and hes howling at the moon
hes howling at the moon
i can hear him, hes howling at the moon
Scottys out there somewhere
and hes howling at the moon