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bells
Banners wavin' shamrocks flyin'
The parade passes by

Marching bands
To the sound of drummers drummin'
Tooraloorah-lay
On St. Patrick's Day
he'd ever bothered at all
He missed his family and wished he was home
With all of those strangers he felt so alone

Patrick don't be afraid
You'll live
a numb junkies' hate

I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care about politics
Evelyn sits by the elevator doors 
It's been thirty seven years since James dies on St. Patrick's Day in 1964 
But she could not hold it against
that fleeted long ago
But when she wrote me about this change in her life
There was just one thing I had to know

And the bells of St. James were
ignorance
Once the reaper comes
Because you got told about the cure by your drink doctor
Go back on the bright, straighten up your life
To you we do implore
(yeah they can)
They all said without a doubt
It was done by her Frankie and Jesse James (yes it was)

Oh Jessie had a wife, to mourn for his life
(yeah they can)
They all said without a doubt
It was done by her Frankie and Jesse James (yes it was)

Oh Jessie had a wife, to mourn for his life
washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coals
In all me life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray
I stepped out of the St.James Hotel
I'd left you behind curled up like a child
Well, a change is gonna come
And as the door whispered shut
I
Windows in New York City
All dressed up with ribbons and smiles
Snow covers the park like a carpet
And bills on white carriages roll by in style

St.
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
Sometimes I like to think about
The stars that cover you.
How they burn out one by one
Until another day is through.
You came by when I was sleeping
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
A Song for Christmas 

Words & Music by Joseph Patrick

Christmas?. can be a lonely time of year my friend
And when the times get tough
And ? don?t
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
and Cragar mags
It's a pity that James never drove her

Hot Rod James Hot Rod James
The road is waiting for you
Spent all your money on an automobile
But
can shake it, break it, or glue it whole, 
No two ways about it with a broke wishbone
On the losing end.

For St. Patrick's we had cabbage, 
Corned
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
mausberg & james debarge)
What, I'ma
(change the game)
Betcha' money I'ma
(change the game)
Yeah nigga, I'ma
(change the game)
Me and quik about to do it
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes