I've been trying to write songs like Paxton's
It's been rough, it's been rough
Songs of Chrysler and rabbits gone crazy
And a whole lot of topical stuff
But each time I get a hunch, Tom Paxton beats me to the punch
And everyone thinks Tom's so clever
The day will come along, I'll beat him to a song
Then I will sing that same damn song forever
As I write all my thoughts are a' tumbling
Round and round, round and round
For there's one thing that sets me a grumbling
It's the sound, it's the sound
Lord I wish I was dead, I hear Tom Paxton in my head
And he's singing my new song before me
I'll buy a stupid hat, try not to sing so flat
Then maybe the audience will adore me
He's got reasons a plenty for writing funny
This I know, this I know
For his lifestyle demands a pile of money
May it grow, may it grow
But in the land of the free is there no money for me
Am I always a few steps behind
I could have wrote it better, didn't mean to be unkind
But you see I had Tom Paxton on my mind