From the recording Hell On The Potomac
Lyrics
Irene gossips on the phone
As her stories lack any facts
Small town vibe
With plenty to hide
And who's that pointing at her
In the pew down the aisle
Irene works in the laundry
As her boys finish high school
Growin' into men
Drinkin' a bunch of sin
And who's that yellin' at them
In the bar down the road
Irene stares out the window
As her husband tries to recall
The night they met
The life they spent
And who's that starin' at him
In the mirror down the hall
Orphaned in childhood
Then life with an aunt
Family reunions
Let's not talk about the past
Sixty-seven years of marriage
And time moves too fast
Irene died with the old folks
As the world didn't miss a beat
All her friends are gone
But her family lives on
And who's that thinkin' of her
In the days down the line
Irene will always live on
Irene will always live on
Irene will always live on
Irene will always live on
