He said his prayers in the barroom
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Whisky was his holy wine
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And the bar became an alter
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His friends were angels in the their time
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His hand was steady on the glass
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And he knew the pain would pass
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As he drank the whisky down
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They watched him roll around the town
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Was he right or was he wrong
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To find the answer in a song
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He died believing to the end
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Was he right or was he wrong
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Was he right or was he wrong
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To find the answer in a song
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He died believing to the end
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Was he right or was he wrong
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And on the morning when he died
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Nobody stood around and cried
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We all headed for the bar
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And took it just a bit too far
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Was he right or was he wrong
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To find the answer in a song
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He died believing to the end
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Was he right or was he wrong
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The Song He Never Wrote
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David Wilcox (Canadian) |