Paul-Henry Dallaire

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

Paul-Henry Dallaire
Title: Just another Sunday morn
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Description:
This song came about one morning when I left to go to work. Some of you who don't know me I was working as an embalmer at a funeral home in Ottawa,Canada. Corner of Dalhousie & St.Patrick, St. That morning I went to the Jack Mar Cafe that's what it was called and George an Asian guy was the manager and owner I guess. The food was great but not so the Cockroaches. ha ha, you know one of those greasy spoons corner place. I got to know the place well as I worked just across the street and was a convenient place for coffee and such when we were on brake.We worked pretty hard and steady as the clients were from a quite populated french quarter and we had three embalming tables going pretty stead most of the times,the patients who couldn't afford a full funeral well we had a clothes closet full of suits and shirts for the ones who were poor. Anyway I don't know why I'm telling you all this but the restaurant burned down and I saw happen from the funeral place where I worked. I came in to work one morning and someone yelled fire and I ran to the front door and watched it happen and that was it. It was gone burned to the ground.The next day I thought about it as a few things started going thru my head and I wrote the song while was at work in the process of my job. There's a picture of me somewhere sitting in the embalming room with my guitar ha ha writing this song. No dis-respect to the dead here okay as I take my profession seriously. When I awoke this mornin I scrambled to the kitchen At the breakfast table argued with my wife About some bill I didn't pay two jobs still not enough to-day To bring the bacon home I left for work So ran downstairs ans slammed the door still woozy from the night before From beer and cigarettes with my friend Ray Too much work and not enough play can give a man a failling grade Like Jekyll 'n Hyde turn a nice guy to a drunk Here's what I saw A broken vodka bottle here a pool of blood just over there I guess from a fight the night before Across the street a young girl walked a hooker fourteen years no more Just another Sunday mornin comin down Verse: I walked into a restaurant and ordered me a cup The smile the waitress gave helped pass the day Snake oil salesmen on t.v. Benny Hinn's false phrophecies At least Jimmy Swaggart can sing a tune Then in walked two broken men vacant eyes open shut wide Late for work I paid my bill and left the place And I thought about Kris's Pilgrim song the demons of Johnny Cash and all And I thanked the Lord for strength to carry on Chorus:end. Words & Music Paul Henry Dallaire Paul Henry Pub. SOCAN The band in the recording was the Timmins Two Gerry Dallaire & Germaine Bellemar Words & Music Paul Henry Dallaire Paul Henry Pub. SOCAN