He had a stroke in '95
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They thought it best that he reside
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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
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Was three years ago
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He spent his whole life providin'
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Now he was down to relyin'
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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
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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 know he could be
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Fly fishin', 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 getting high on the crowd noise
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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
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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
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I think he's comin' back"
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The doctors all rushed in
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Said 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', 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 getting high on the crowd noise
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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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He had a stroke in '95
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They thought it best that he reside
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In a nursing home
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The Mind of John J. Blanchard
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| Tommy Shane Steiner |
