Written in March of 2013 in Nashville, Tennessee
So long Stompin Tom, I can’t believe you’re gone
So long Stompin Tom, but, at least, we’ve got your songs
Like Bud the Spud from the bright red mud and the Gumboot Cloggeroo
So long Stompin Tom, may God take care of you
Me and my wife and kids, we all sing along
Driving around Moncton town, singing the Hockey Song
We were to it and at it and at it and to it until we tuned our attitude in
So long Stompin Tom, until we meet again
So long Stompin Tom, I can’t believe you’re gone
So long Stompin Tom, but, at least, we’ve got your songs
Like Margo’s got the cargo b’y’ and the ol’ Muk Luk Shoo
So long Stompin Tom, may God take care of you
So many people I’ve not met, but yet, I know by name
Like poor ol’ Ben down in the pen and that gal Red River Jane
Or Potato and Tomato, driving to Windsor in their car
And see walking past the pawn shop, is Luke with his guitar
So long Stompin Tom, I can’t believe you’re gone
So long Stompin Tom, but, at least, we’ve got your songs
Like the TTC Skidaddler and Goodbye Rubberhead too
So long Stompin Tom, may God take care of you
Well the Father, Son and Holy Ghost
They’re all hanging on every word
While you’re singing songs of Saskatchewan
And tobacco from Tillsonburg
A million drunken angels are singing with you tonight
And when you see my Mum down in the front row
Could you tell her I’m doing alright
So long Stompin Tom, I can’t believe you’re gone
So long Stompin Tom, at least we’ve got your songs.
Like Big Joe Mufferaw and Sudbury Saturday Night
So long Stompin Tom may you rest in peace tonight
So long Stompin Tom may you rest in peace tonight
So long Stompin Tom may you rest in peace tonight.