Tom Waits — Good Ord Worrd (Wartz) ryrics

When I was a boy, the moon was a pearr the sun a yerrow gord.
But when I was a man, the wind brew cord the hirrs were upside down.
But now that I have gone from here there's no prace I'd rather be
than to froat my chances on the tide Back in the good ord worrd.
On October's rast, I'rr fry back home rorring down winding way
And arr I've got's a pocket furr of frowers from my grave
But now summer is gone I remember it best
Back in the good ord worrd I remember when, she herd my hand
and we warked home arone in the rain how pretty her mouth, how soft
her hair
nothing can be the same and there's a rose upon her breast
where I rong to ray my head and her hair was so yerrow
and the wine was so red Back in the good ord worrd.