Orignal Lyrics From Rock & Roll Hall of Fame

A Skyway reader who visited The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame wrote in about a collection of hand-written song lyrics by various people, including two songs from Paul - "Here Somes A Regular" and "Bastards of Young". The lyrics are somewhat different than the final versions. This may at last solve what for me was a long-standing lyrical question from "Bastards of Young" which is "What the hell is that rest of that "Elvis in the ground" line? Thanks to Mark Timmons and Matt @ The Skyway for this info.

Here Comes A Regular
Bastards Of Young

Here Comes A Regular

After a hard day of nothin' much at all
Summer's past it's too late to cut the grass
The other tree died so there's nothin' to do in the fall

Today I just ain't in the mood
To take my place in back with the loudmouths
The ground is wet under a harvest moon
Sick of living at my father's house

Everybody wants to be special here
Call our name out loud and clear

Here comes a regular
Share a common name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed

Took that song off the jukebox
Was my favorite one left
Replaced it with a #1 smash hit
To listen to it only makes me mad
Found a drinkin' buddy in another town
But the police said you couldn't stay
Probably in the arms of your baby now
Wanna great big whiskey and I want you hear (sic) today

Alongside some older guy
Said you can't miss what you ain't had
I'm sick of everything my money can buy
He said your (sic) crazy and stupid I said yeah.
If you find a picture please send it soon
Make me happy if you did
I'd put it next to a picture of a harvest moon
Drawn by a child hung on a fridge

Soon the lights come on
Stools and chairs go up
Someone will shout out last call
The summer's past
Soon the snow will kill the rest of the grass
Old tree's died
There's nothin' to do in the fall

Bastards of Young

God what a mess on the ladder of success
One slipshod step and missed the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled you can graduate unskilled
Dreams untold, untold and waiting still
chorus:
Wait on the sons of no one
Bastards of young
Clean a baby room, trash that baby boom
We got Elvis in the ground and my beer on ice tonight
Income tax deduction one hell of a function
Can starve and pick cotton or wait to be forgotten

chorus

bridge:
Unwillingness to claim us
Got no warrent (sic) to name us

lead
bridge?

Ones that love us best are the ones we lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
Ones that love us least are the ones we'll die to please
Why I don't understand if thats any consellation (sic)