Matt Glavin - Bucky's Song lyrics

There’s a tale of a man Got dealt a bad hand But hung on and stuck out the fight With a head full of dreams And tattoos that bleed Straight through the heart on his sleeve He set out to find A place he could hide And nobody nowhere knew why They say that he died Listening to John Prine In the house his dad built next to mine When he was a child Care free And wild With nothin but his mom and a smile See on a cold day in May His dad went away But he knew that they weren’t to blame He saved up his cash To pick up the slack Of the fathеr he never had Thеre were times in his life Where he had to fight Others he just broke down and cried From stories of war To sleeping on floors And about another million more Decades of nights Where money was tight I’d say he turned out alright I’ve burned through what’s left Of the Sunday morning gazette And these logs just ain’t catching tonight With this last drop of wine I’ll take as a sign To say travel safe and goodnight Sad it may seem I’m sure he’s eating ice cream Listening to that Spanish Pipedream He read out a prayer Sat back in his chair Went off to meet the man upstairs