| Steve, little Bucky Herdman, Pat O’Boyle, and me
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| Drank two cases of beer one night; |
| the VW hit a tree
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| Bucky wound up in the emergency room; |
| this was sixty-four or five
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| Well, I hear he’s living in Florida now, lucky to be alive
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| Oh, that hospital!
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| Oh, that hospital!
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| Well, my dad freaked out and he wound up there one Christmas way back when
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| Now I’m never gonna see him; |
| he was my age now back then
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| I kept staring out of that window; |
| I could not look at his face
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| He said, «I won’t be home for Christmas, son; |
| you’re gonna have to take my place
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| That hospital
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| Gonna stay there in that hospital.»
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| I was there again in seventy-six; |
| the wife was having a D and C
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| But in the end, she couldn’t go through with it, so three left: she, and me
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| And that little girl who was born there, who escaped that scrape with fate
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| A few months ago in Montreal I watched her graduate
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| That hospital
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| She was born there in that hospital
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| Yeah, my sister was born in that hospital too, and now my mother’s in there
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| I took the train to see her, Lord, and I sat in that visitor’s chair
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| Father was angry, so afraid; |
| this was not a blessed event
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| Now I’m riding back on that train, wondering where our lives went
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| That hospital
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| I keep going back
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| Hey, I could wind up in there; |
| maybe so could you
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| Anything can happen when there’s nothing we can do;
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| And if you come to see me, Lord, and you sit in that visitor’s chair
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| Take something home from that gift shop so you’ll have a souvenir
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| From that hospital |