Lyrics Mr. Larkin - State Radio, Chadwick Stokes

Mr. Larkin

I work in the kitchen, in an old folks home
I do my best but I too am gettin' old
I do the dishes but lately I’ve been droppin' plates
See as I get older, my hands are startin' to shake
So Mr. Larkin, I know she know who I am
Every now and then, she’ll squeeze my hand
It’s what I live for and it’s why she don’t die
So Mr. Larkin won’t you, won’t you give me this try
Ten years ago, my wife took sick
So I brought her here, my job I quit
Started workin' for the home so I could be by her everyday
We couldn’t afford the cost any other way
So Mr. Larkin, I know she know who I am
Every now and then, she’ll squeeze my hand
It’s what I live for and it’s why she don’t die
So Mr. Larkin won’t you, won’t you give me this try
I walk to work on route 27
I see the same cars pass by me everyday
And through all this, new england weather
You know never once have I been late
So Mr. Larkin, I know she know who I am
Every now and then, she’ll squeeze my hand
It’s what I live for and it’s why she don’t die
So Mr. Larkin won’t you, won’t you give me this try
I see the argument your makin'
And I understand you got to do your job
And believe me I know she’s turning angel
But you see this woman is all I got
So Mr. Larkin, I know she know who I am
Every now and then, she’ll squeeze my hand
It’s what I live for and it’s why she don’t die
So Mr. Larkin won’t you, won’t you give me this try