Karaoké Wild Irish Rose George Jones

They sent him to Asia to fight in a war

He came back home crazy and askin'

What for

They had him committed

Oh medals and all

To a mental hospital with rubber walls

They cut off the fundin'

Oh they cut off the lights

He hit the street runnin' 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 holdin' his Wild Irish Rose

This crazy old fool in the smelly old clothes

He could have had somethin' much better

God knows

Than a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose

A baby named Scarlet with laughin' blue eyes has been in his wallet ah way back since sixty-five

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 twenty-fifth

They can't even find a heartbeat

Lord his fingers are stiff

Just like they're all frozen

He's holdin' her tight

But the habit oh it's broken

This is Roses' last night

He lies there holdin' his Wild Irish Rose but his soul's in a place where a real hero goes

Now he's got somethin' better much better

God knows

Than a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose