P.f. sloan

I have been seeking P.F. Sloan
But no one knows where he has gone
No one ever heard the song
That good old boy sent winging

Now you might sigh
And you might moan
And you might sweat
About the skin and bone
You just smiled
And read the rolling stone
While he continued singing
Yeah now listen to him singing

Don't sing this song
No people don't you sing this song
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh from now on

"My old friend trigger up and died
Now they've got him stuffed and dried
You know they've tanned his hide
And crucified
Got him starin' glassy eyed
Out through the portable door"

Nixon's come and bound to stay
He's taken all my sins away
"I heard it on the news today
But it set my ears to ringing"
Can't you hear the people singing

Don't sing this song
No people don't you sing this song
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh from now from now on

Last time I saw P.F. Sloan
He was summer burned and winter blown
He turned the corner all alone
But he continued singing
Yeah now listen to him singing

Don't sing this song
No people don't you sing this song
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh from now from now on