Il testo della Early years

Early years were a shroud man
Only a gray cloud, shot in the dark
Hangin' out with your dad

And his plans for revenge
In some hick-town
Caravan park

Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one down

Early years were a dreadnought
Waiting to tread board
My work down the pan

Hangin' round by the back door
One foot in the stage door
Some disaffected fly-by man

Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one down

Got wired by a cable
Got wild on a table
Scared the shit out of me

Oh but the free state
The snow and the greasepaint
I left the singin' family

Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one down