Saint Patrick's Day

Sisters said come out tomorrow
Before the light fades away
Caught a flight the next morning
Bound for the Lone Star state
Skipped 385
Just to work around the tolls
Found him lying in a bed
Like a ship on the shoal

A thousand feet two hundred
Were his world those final days
Worn carpet paints the picture
Of his favorite chair to stay
Where he'd rest his tortured body
Scarred and marred by his life's war
I hope he found the reasons
Needed to reach for more

Saint Patrick's Day
Saint Patrick's Day

House is soon empty
So I'd keep his chair warm
Empty a glass of bourbon
And I begin to mourn
There's nothing really real
No way he is gone
Sisters and I
Are now the last ones

Saint Patrick's Day
Saint Patrick's Day
Saint Patrick's Day
Saint Patrick's Day

Thirteen hundred miles
In his old car
Taking it easy
Hopes she gets that far
Desert into plains
Through the forest and the shade
Through a world shutdown
Sick and afraid

Saint Patrick's Day
Saint Patrick's Day
Saint Patrick's Day
Saint Patrick's Day



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Kitchen
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