The sinner’s prayer..
The sinner’s prayer.
The sinner’s prayer, I do say in the last tavern on a dead-end street in old town.
I drink alone to dead friends killed in war,
and I drink to dear Sheena, a beautiful Scottish gal who stole my heart in 1978.
She taught me, what love was. I learn too late, love was a rare gift.
I drink for Cheryl, loveliness gal in my world and
she wanted love and I wanted nothing once.
I just added to her burden.
I tell the night, The Sinner’s prayer…
“To sin, to gin and to beautiful faces and places missed.
To the sin, I remember.
To the whiskey, I need more now.
To the prettiest ladies, I left and who left me.
Please dark night,
give me more,
I haven’t sin enough,
I need more kisses,
and I miss everything.
Tonight is young,
the whiskey is Irish and
the women are so damn pretty.
Please allow me to do the Devil’s dance,
one more time.
I would appreciate.”
I have learn the hard lessons and
I know sin and whiskey will demand payment.
Us, who steal and borrow from everyone.
We will die alone.
we didn’t live the Sinner’s prayer life.