Linda Connell Studley: Music
It's Alright
(Linda Connell Studley)
Linda Studley
My husband teased me once that I couldn't write a fast song without minor chords. Well, I can so!
Well, it’s alright, we’ve only begun
There are songs to be sung, before this night is over
There’s many a tale I haven’t told yet
That I’m sure to regret when I’m sober
Let me tell you the tale of old Jimmy McKay
Had to walk his wife’s wee scruffy dog twice a day
One Saturday night, the dog disappeared
And old Jimmy averred
That the dog commit suicide and jumped off the pier
There once was a fellow named Owen LaRoke
Changed his last name every time he went broke
Did someone just say his bar tab’s unpaid
Guess he’ll be owin’ someone the rest of his days
I’ll tell you the story of Rory McCall
When he came to this country he’d nothing at all
After fifty long years he’ll puff out his chest
And loudly profess
That he’s sure that he’s got at least half of it left