The song he never wrote

He said his prayers in the barroom
Whisky was his holy wine
And the bar became an alter
His friends were angels in the their time
His hand was steady on the glass
And he knew the pain would pass
As he drank the whisky down
They watched him roll around the town
Was he right or was he wrong
To find the answer in a song
He died believing to the end
Was he right or was he wrong
Was he right or was he wrong
To find the answer in a song
He died believing to the end
Was he right or was he wrong
And on the morning when he died
Nobody stood around and cried
We all headed for the bar
And took it just a bit too far
Was he right or was he wrong
To find the answer in a song
He died believing to the end
Was he right or was he wrong