Well, my pa was always in gloom And his hat was made of raccoon He was drunk in the afternoon Nearly every day And his mind was like a trap Where he kept a hand-drawn map How to get to the Arkansas flats From the lights of Broadway And the holy men always say We'll meet again someday In that city beyond the stars In a golden cafe Oh, my ma, she loved him so And she'd make him a cup of Joe And he'd drink it like an Eskimo As his children did play And she'd bake him a mincemeat pie And he'd drink when his mouth was dry And he died on the Fourth of July In a firework display And the holy men always say We'll meet again someday In that city beyond the stars In a golden cafe ♪ Oh, I was an Eagle Scout With a trumpet, I'd stomp and shout And I'd sing of the Arkansas trout And I'd sleep in the hay, hey But now I'm always in gloom And my hat is made of raccoon And I'm drunk in the afternoon Nearly every day (hey) And the holy men always say (yeah, they say) We'll meet again someday In that city beyond the stars In a golden cafe