Wild Irish Rose Songtext
von George Jones

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.