Patrick Scott Barry - Song For Henryk (feat. Clinton Degan)

Old railway shutting down back in old world town
Leaves a family man to his own
Lousy sort of luck to fall
Don't wanna leave but after all, I gotta
Do what's right and head westbound
To the empire til things turn around
Back the old country way

Couldn't it sooth, wealth of security
Reaped from the land of opportunity

Oh little one, alone in your room
Crying out
Oh if you only knew
What the man would do for you

Construction shutting down here in Manhattan town
Leaves a doting man to his own
Thwarted birds flown into towers
Both folks and state lost in the morning hours
But duty bound, I'm on my feet
Down even less inviting streets
I guess this is how your father dies
Muted by the fallen cries

I told you wear another jacket
One more suited for the weather
Camouflage burns brightly
On reactionary eyes tonight
They've been waiting
For any chance to make their uncle proud

You had one job to do
You great bloated buffoon
Keep the man under your marbled wing
Send him home fattened on your feast
But now that's blown away

Written by:
Patrick Barry

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