George Jones - Wild Irish Rose Lyrics
They sent him to Asia to fight in a warHe came back home crazy and asking, What for?They had him committed, oh, medals and allTo a mental hosipital with rubber walls.They cut off the funding, oh, they cut off the lightsHe hit the street runnin' that cold winter nightNow the streets are the only place he can call homeHe seems oh, so lonely, but he's never alone.He lies there holding his wild irish roseThis crazy old fool in the smelly old clothesHe could have had something much better, God knowsThan a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose.A baby named Scarlet with laughing blue eyes(Spoken)Has been in his wallet, ah! way back since '65(Sang)So much was forgotten, oh, so far back in timeWay down in the bottom of a river of wine.(Spoken)You know, they found him at Clarkstreet, West 25thThey can't even find a hearbeat, Lord, his fingers are stiffJust like they're all frozen, he's holding her tight(Sang)But the habit, oh, it's broken, this is Roses' last night.He lies there holding his Wild Irish RoseBut his soul's in a place where a real hero goesNow he's got something better, much better, God knowsThan a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose...
