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JOHN PAT KNIGHT

Sometime ago, at the Celtic in Lowell
When I was just fresh at the game
Every night this old man would come enjoy the band
When we were through he hurried to call his own name..he said he's..

John Pat Knight, never won a fight
Cuz when the bell would ring he could only remember just one swing
A ten count and he's out

Every night in his glory, he repeated his story
To the people he was part of the show
A bar maid's full tray of drinks, the glasses jingle he thinks
It's time once again for the first round.....to go for...

I remember buying him beers after all these years
And now I wonder if he's still on his feet
Through all the brew and the glass he must've fought 'til the last
And I can picture him saying to Saint Pete...my name is....