| My dear Helen it’s been a while since we’ve talked
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| Charlie and I haven’t been up to a whole lot
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| He’s slowing down a little and my knee’s acting up
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| Yeah we’re quite a pair of geezers moving slower than molasses
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| You’d be laughing if you saw us, you always loved to tease
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| I dug up an old bottle of your raspberry wine
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| So I’m slouched out on the porch swing just taking my time
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| My mind keeps turning out these pictures of you
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| You were dancing in the kitchen and I was enjoying my view
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| Oh Charlie was squirming just two steps behind you
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| My dear Helen do you remember when you said
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| That you’d be waiting at the gates so you could sneak me in?
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| Well it sure was funny but it still caught in my throat
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| And when I think about it now, it still makes me choke
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| And I wonder if those gates would ever open up for me
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| Helen my dear, I do have something to tell
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| I don’t know how to start so I guess I just will
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| See, these nights have been hot, it’s that muggy sort of air
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| Doesn’t let me get to sleep so I usually just lie there
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| On top of my quilt with Charlie by my feet
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| Last night as I laid there frustrated and tired
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| I was sat up in my bed by the hens starting wild
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| I thought 'That fox is back again, he’s gonna rob me blind
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| I don’t know how he gets in but I’d better make him fly'
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| So I took my leaning rifle out the door
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| I fired off a shot aiming far into the heat
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| And as soon as it was flying I felt weak in my knees
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| I heard shoes turning gravel and then tires spitting rocks
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| I heard a gasp for air and my stomach tied in knots
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| Charlie started whining with his tail between his legs
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| We wandered out slow but my heart was breaking ribs
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| I couldn’t hear nothing and there was a girl lying twisted
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| My hands were trembling and I felt that she was limp
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| Her pulse wasn’t tapping so I felt sick to my stomach
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| Charlie was frozen, so I went for a shovel
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| And I buried her body, I didn’t know what else to do
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| If I’d only aimed a little higher if I’d only thought before I fired
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| I hope God can forgive me, I hope for you to forgive me too
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| I’m just a tired old man just waiting to join you
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| So here I am slouched on this old porch swing
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| Thinking about heaven, thinking about everything
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| So be waiting by those gates, you might need to sneak me in
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| I don’t know how they feel about us accidental killers
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| I don’t know how they feel about us tired old men
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| I don’t know how they feel about us tired old murdering men
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| I don’t know how they feel about us tired old murdering men |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Dear Helen, artist - Andy Shauf. Album song The Bearer of Bad News, in the genre Инди