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He had a stroke in '95, |
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They thought it best that he reside in a nursing home. |
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His family vowed they'd never leave him, |
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Last time they came to see him was three years ago. |
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He spent his whole life providin', |
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Now he was down to relyin' on medicare. |
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The nurses took a likin' to him, |
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They'd get his wheelchair out and push him on sunny days. |
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He couldn't walk, he couldn't speak, |
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Seemed so far outta reach, |
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But in his mind, as far as they knew, he could be: |
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Fly fishin'; |
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Workin' on that Firebird engine. |
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Runnin' 99 proof moonshine cross that county line. |
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3, 2, 1 and ignition: off on some space shuttle mission, |
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Playin' QB for the Cowboy's: |
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Getting high on the crowd noise and the bright lights, |
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'Cause deep inside, things were rockin' in the mind, |
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Of John J. Blanchard. |
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One afternoon in June, |
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A nurse saw his finger move. She bout had a heart attack. |
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Went screamin' down the hall: |
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"Hey it's a miracle ya'll. I think he's comin' back." |
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The doctors all rushed in, said: |
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"Do you know what year this is? |
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"How many fingers am I holdin', and where've you been?" |
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And he said: |
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Fly fishin'; |
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Workin' on that Firebird engine. |
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Runnin' 99 proof moonshine cross that county line. |
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3, 2, 1 and ignition: off on some space shuttle mission, |
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An' playin' QB for the Cowboy's, |
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Getting high on the crowd noise and the bright lights, |
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Yeah, all this time, things were rockin' in the mind, |
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Of John J. Blanchard. |
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He had a stroke in '95, |
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They thought it best that he reside in a nursing home. |
