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It was Sunday in Saint Martin
A man is waking to his bride
Not sure exactly how it happened
But there she's lying at his side
Her smile shining bright as Vegas
His face long as Gallows Bay
The memory clearly out of focus
Where he was he couldn't say
There was a boat,there was a captain
Enough pirate rum for days
Her sails at full in a bikini
Some silly vows upon the waves
That's about all he had for details
Under the dancing island sun
Somewhere a man is waking saying
Lord what have I done
It was Thursday out in Vegas
A man is waking to his bride
Not sure exactly how it happened
But there she's lying at his side
Her smile as big as the Bellagio
His face the desert clay
Memory clearly out of focus
Who she was he couldn't say
There was a chapel and an Elvis
A random party from the street
Enough whiskey for all of Ireland
And now a promise he can't keep
That's about all he had for details
Under the hunk a burning sun
Somewhere a man is waking saying
Lord what have I done
It was Saturday in Belfast
A man waking to his bride
Not sure just how it happened
But there she's lying at his side
Her smile big as Trim Castle
His face the old stone wall
Mind nowhere in focus
He had no memory at all
Last he knew there was a party
Something bout Saint Paddy's day
A dance with Ciara MacKenna
He must have danced his life away
That's about all he had for details
Under the grey late winter sun
Somewhere a man is waking
Saying Lord what have I done
Yeah somewhere a man is waking
And saying
Lord what have I done
A man is waking to his bride
Not sure exactly how it happened
But there she's lying at his side
Her smile shining bright as Vegas
His face long as Gallows Bay
The memory clearly out of focus
Where he was he couldn't say
There was a boat,there was a captain
Enough pirate rum for days
Her sails at full in a bikini
Some silly vows upon the waves
That's about all he had for details
Under the dancing island sun
Somewhere a man is waking saying
Lord what have I done
It was Thursday out in Vegas
A man is waking to his bride
Not sure exactly how it happened
But there she's lying at his side
Her smile as big as the Bellagio
His face the desert clay
Memory clearly out of focus
Who she was he couldn't say
There was a chapel and an Elvis
A random party from the street
Enough whiskey for all of Ireland
And now a promise he can't keep
That's about all he had for details
Under the hunk a burning sun
Somewhere a man is waking saying
Lord what have I done
It was Saturday in Belfast
A man waking to his bride
Not sure just how it happened
But there she's lying at his side
Her smile big as Trim Castle
His face the old stone wall
Mind nowhere in focus
He had no memory at all
Last he knew there was a party
Something bout Saint Paddy's day
A dance with Ciara MacKenna
He must have danced his life away
That's about all he had for details
Under the grey late winter sun
Somewhere a man is waking
Saying Lord what have I done
Yeah somewhere a man is waking
And saying
Lord what have I done
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Hand
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