Re-posted by Nicholas Stix
Published on May 8, 2013 by Kelly Hutch.
Song from Brad's new album Wheelhouse
Death of a Single Man
By Brad Paisley
Remember when,
We got the news,
Confirming our worst fears,
I said he wouldn't
Make it six months,
And others gave him a year.
And sure enough,
Last Saturday,
We paid our last respects,
He left us here
Still, in this life,
And he's gone on
To the next.
I'd never seen him wear a tie,
But he looked so natural,
Almost lifelike,
The preacher spoke,
His mother cried,
When he said, “Son,
You may now kiss the bride.”
Everyone cheered,
I thought how odd,
I didn't understand,
Why with champagne
And cake we celebrate,
The death of a single man.
So many flowers,
He was so loved,
Prior to the bride,
As a matter of fact,
The maid of honor
Should be disqualified.
To all his friends,
It's a wake-up call,
If it happened to him,
It can happen to us all.
Nothing says, “It's over man,”
Like a bad 80's cover band,
How can we dance to My Sharona?,
At the death of a single man.
He was so young,
So full of dreams,
Before the day he fell,
Now he's gone on to a better place,
Or possibly to hell.
Now here we are,
Seems so unfair,
It's poker night,
And there's one empty chair,
So many things we're gonna miss,
His happy smile and
That great laugh of his.
I think of him in the afterwife (life!),
I guess all good things must end,
So with Jack and Coke,
We'll make a toast,
To the death of a single man.
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