John J. Blanchard

He had a stroke in ’95

They thought it best that he reside, in a nursing home

The family vowed they’d never leave him

The 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 liking 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 out of reach

But in his mind as far as they knew he could be

Fly fishin’, workin’ on that firebird engine

Runnin’ 99 proof moonshine across that county line

3,2,1 and ignition, off on some space shuttle mission

Playin’ QB for the Cowboys, gettin’ 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, about had a heart attack

She 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 holding and where’ve you been.  …

Fly fishin’, workin’ on that firebird engine

Runnin’ 99 proof moonshine across that county line

3,2,1 and ignition, off on some space shuttle mission

Playin’ QB for the Cowboys, gettin’ high on the crowd noise

And the bright lights

Yeah all this time 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