Wild Irish Rose

They sent him to Asia to fight in war. He came back home crazy and askin' what for? They had him commited, Oh his medals and all To a mental hospital with rubber walls. They cut off the funding. O they cut off the lights he hit the street running, That cold winter night. Now the streets are the only place he can call home He seems oh so lonely, but he's never alone. He lies there holding his Wild Irish Rose, This crazy old fool in the smelly old clothes He could have had something much better God knows Than a half empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose. A baby named Scarlett with laughing blue eyes Has been in is wallet Oh way back since '65 So much was forgotten Oh so far back in time Way down in the bottom of a river of wine. You know they found him at Clark street West 25th They can't even find a heartbeat Lord his fingers are stiff Just like their all frozen and he's holding her tight But the habit Oh it's broken This is Rose's last night. He lies there holding his Wild Irish Rose But his souls in a place where a real hero goes. Now he's got something better, much better God knows Than a half empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose.