(Chris Wallin/Anthony Smith)
He had a stroke in `95
They thought it best that he reside
In a nursing home
His family vowed they`d never leave him
Last time they came to see him
Was three years ago
He spent his whole life providin`
Now he was down to relyin`
On medicare
The nurses took a likin` to him
They`d get his wheelchair out and push him
On sunny days
He couldn`t walk, he couldn`t speak
Seemed so far outta reach
But in his mind as far as they know he could be
Fly fishin`, workin` on that Firebird engine
Runnin` 99 proof moonshine cross that county line
3,2,1 and ignition, off on some space shuttle mission
Playin` QB for the Cowboy`s getting high on the crowd noise
And the bright lights
`Cause deep inside things were rockin` in the mind
Of John J. Blanchard
One afternoon in June
A nurse saw his finger move
She bout had a heart attack
Went screamin` down the hall
Hey it`s a miracle ya`ll
I think he`s comin` back
The doctors all rushed in
Said do you know what year this is
How many fingers am I holdin` and where`ve you been
And he said
Fly fishin`, workin` on that Firebird engine
Runnin` 99 proof moonshine cross that county line
3,2,1 and ignition, off on some space shuttle mission
Playin` QB for the Cowboy`s getting high on the crowd noise
And the bright lights
`Cause deep inside things were rockin` in the mind
Of John J. Blanchard
He had a stroke in `95
They thought it best that he reside
In a nursing home