I met an old man one night in a bar
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He was sitting alone
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The way men his age always are
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His movements were slow
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Didn't speak very well
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But every old man has a story to tell
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He lived by the book
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Went to church every day
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But his wife left him young
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With two daughters and bills to pay
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He worked himself hard
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And the years flickered past
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His girls kept him young
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But they grew up so fast
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Prodigal faith always felt second best
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When she turned seventeen
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She took her coat and her camera
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And headed west
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It broke her dad's heart
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But as he likes to say
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With enough time apart
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Even faith fades away
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Jenny met Ray in his last days ashore
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They married in May
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And that August he joined the war
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He said Jenny don't cry
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I'll be home in the fall
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So she held her head high
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And said nothing at all
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Then he got in a plane
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Took it up in the air
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It never came down
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For all she knows it's stlil
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Flying around up there
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Then Jenny went wrong
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And the last that I heard
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It's been seven years long
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Since she uttered a word
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Seven years gone
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Since she uttered a word
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Now her father just sits
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All alone at the bar
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He orders his drinks
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And smokes cigarettes
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He knows he can't afford
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He's got no regrets
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Says he's doing quite well
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But every old man
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Has a story to tell
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The Barfly
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Enter The Haggis |