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Monday, 17 June 2019

THE LAST COUNTRY SONG

Over in Belfast at the weekend, a great family dinner and the craic was 90. My brother Kevin and his wife Sue handed me a scrap of paper on which the lyrics of a song I wrote were typed.

It's called The Last Country Song and remembers our brother Paul who was killed in a road accident in 1974. He was 26. He loved singing and one of his favourite songs was Blue Side of Lonesome. There is a tune to my song but here are the lyrics. I was about 22 when I wrote it. I am nearly three times that now. It was very nice to get the scrap of paper.

It's a bit of a clumsy lyric, but then again, at that age, so was I.

The Last Country Song

It's the last country song that I'll ever remember
being sung from the heart to the crowd.
The last time I saw him on the blue side of lonesome
he was singing from the heart to the crowd.

Can't remember if the rain was falling
on that cold, cold December day.
I know I couldn't cry, just sat and wondered why,
it happened as the day was dawning.

The last country song that I'll ever remember
being sung from the heart to the crowd.
The last time I saw him on the blue side of lonesome
he was singing from the heart to the crowd.

And somewhere he is looking down on me,
listening to me praying to the wind,
blowing all my thoughts to the sky,
to kiss the crowd and love his memory.

The last country song that I'll ever remember
being sung from the heart to the crowd.
The last time I saw him on the blue side of lonesome
he was singing from the heart to the crowd.

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