lyrics
Patrick
I’m the grandson of a country I never set foot on.
I’m the son of a man I haven’t laid my two eyes on for twenty years.
Paid an arm and a leg, but he’s my phantom limb,
And I’ve given up my future for a cause I hate as much as I hate him.
Chorus:
And I sleep, not with a girl, but with a pistol by my side,
There was a battle in the kitchen and a foxhole in the floor,
And I was hunkered down inside it when
Mom reached in and pulled me out the door.
Don’t know what’s in a name, don’t know what a father’s for,
Mom said, “your Dad’s just an old soldier who never found his war.”
I think I found it for him.
Chorus:
And I sleep, not with a girl, but with a pistol by my side.
A pistol never hears you when you cry.
Some day I’m going to find him and we’ll fight that fairer fight.
I’ll find the heart of darkness in that empty, blinding desert light.
At the length of twenty paces, he’ll see what I’ve become.
Just like him, I’m half a man, a hero, a hero and a bum
Chorus:
And I sleep, not with a girl, but with a pistol by my side.
credits
from
American Goodbye,
released December 17, 2018
Nancy Burke, Vocals
Steve Dawson, Back-up vocals and everything else
license
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