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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
Yet one will always remember, remain
Beau James, Beau James, Beau James
He walked along Broadway and blew her a kiss
The many years have gone by
You
were once the ace
A field's corner kid that the booze just knocked right out of place

Take it back Patrick
Lazarus runs out of time
Such a young sick
The clock of St. James looking down through the rain
In a city blackened with time
Alleys and the doorways are grim
Street lights dimmed from
of the U.S.A.

Over 200 years ago they shook off the chains of tyranny from Great Britain By divine call
Citing 27 biblical violations they wrote
to get by on whatever it brings

When we came back to throw lie on the corpses
There were no corpses there
All of the Trevors and Patricks and Davids
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
We've reached a time where rhetoric
Holds greater value than evidence
From the Bible to Government
Instilling fear in the idiots

The feeding hand is
tomorrow
Time goes by
Just like yesterday
Just like like Mr. James says

Take these pigeons for example
Well they never seem to have
A single worry
faith?s arrivals
Great awakenings, Welsh revivals
Saints and martyrs, summoned by a new birth

Patrick?s save of the Irish nation
William Carey?s
three times...
Gonna be like Jesse James."

Now the Conch Train is a tourist toy
That rolls through Key West Town
Like some weird ride from Disneyland
It
Patrick simmons

Layin' back and sittin' in the sunshine
Hot wind, I drink me little wine
Straw hat down across my eyes
Lettin' the world go by
as leaves grow on the tree
Yet before I'd time to turn myself my love was stolen from me
Be still, be still, my daughter what makes you to lament
Is there
never get the last nail outta the cross 
Befuddled by life and alone in death 
My dearest companion is crystal meth 
Dinosaurs callin' me back in time
By God's Grace
I'm the ing
James the 7th
Obey or death I bring

I hunt the Convenanters down
The Wigtownshire martyrs drown

Sixteen eighty
as leaves grow on the tree
Yet before I'd time to turn myself my love was stolen from me
Be still, be still, my daughter what makes you to lament
Is there
bed,
You were by his side relentlessly,
To help him through this dread.

You had no time for science,
Technology was not your friend.
You lived
as though there is nothing to show
There is compassion and depth in a neighbor

Now if Bartles and James didn't need no first names
We could live by our
A world as silent as the morning snow
Lombard and Gabble on the lately show
It's the time we both remember
The things we love the best
Winter
Oh, John Dillon James was my good time country buddy

Well, we hunted, talked and fished his last days away

He was just a hired farm hand, worked
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
quite an imposition and now she's only wishin'
That she would have listened to the words they said
Poor Taylor

She just wanders around, unaffected by
unaffected by, 
The winter winds here, she'll pretend that
She's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles, from here

Well Peter Patrick
unaffected by, 
The winter winds here, she'll pretend that
She's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles, from here.

Well Peter Patrick