Red Letter Day
(Steve Shaw)
July 12, 2006
Steve Shaw
An Irishman immigrant s son born today, a red letter day indeed
And he grew up so fast with a working man s back
He learned that was how an honest man s paid
He loved a nip of the whiskey
And a Notre Dame game
And with a wink of his eye you just knew he was right
Now Danny Patrick was always such a fine Catholic lad
The apple of his mother s eye
And Father Conway would call him his best altar boy
An example for all , he crowed with great pride
He loved a nip of the whiskey
And a Notre Dame game
And with a wink of his eye you just knew he was right
And today is a red letter day for us all, a red letter day indeed
With the sound of the guitar and a lady for all
A red letter day indeed
Now Danny was married to Molly Lucille, a fine Celtic lass with a spark
And though they didn t have much on a brick layers wage
They carried their weight with the love in their hearts
They loved a nip of the whiskey
And a Notre Dame game
And with a wink of his eye she just knew he was right
And today is a red letter day for us all, a red letter day indeed
With the sound of the guitar and a lady for all
Today is a red letter day
Now Danny s old man died at just fifty two
As they gathered to sing at the wake
It was on this day Molly had born their first son,
Souls passing along an Irishman s tale
They loved a nip of the whiskey
And a Notre Dame game
And with a wink of his eye she just knew he was right
And today is a red letter day for us all, a red letter day indeed
With the sound of the guitar and a lady for all
A red letter day indeed
An Irishman immigrant's son born today, a red letter day indeed
And he grew up so fast with a working man's back
He learned that was how an honest man's paid
He loved a nip of the whiskey And a Notre Dame game
And with a wink of his eye you just knew he was right
Now Danny Patrick was always such a fine Catholic lad
The apple of his mother's eye
And Father Conway would call him his best altar boy "An example for all",
He crowed with great pride
He loved a nip of the whiskey And a Notre Dame game
And with a wink of his eye you just knew he was right
And today is a red letter day for us all, a red letter day indeed
With the sound of the guitar and a lady for all
A red letter day indeed
Now Danny was married to Molly Lucille, a fine Celtic lass with a spark
And though they didn't have much on a brick layers wage
They carried their weight with the love in their hearts
They loved a nip of the whiskey And a Notre Dame game
And with a wink of his eye she just knew he was right
And today is a red letter day for us all, a red letter day indeed
With the sound of the guitar and a lady for allToday is a red letter day
Now Danny's old man died at just fifty two As they gathered to sing at the wake
It was on this day Molly had born their first son, Souls passing along an Irishman's tale
They loved a nip of the whiskey And a Notre Dame game
And with a wink of his eye she just knew he was right
And today is a red letter day for us all, a red letter day indeed
With the sound of the guitar and a lady for all
A red letter day indeed