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The Shirt That No One Wore

from The Traveler by Trip McCool

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The linen came from Belfast, The finest in the land
And all of the embroidery of course it was by hand
The lovely Celtic symbols Killarney never saw
The pride o' me family, Shirt that No One Wore

Well, me Grampa married Granny 60 years ago
In the best a suit of clothes he had
Borrowed from his brother, the seat baloney skin
Behold a skinny dirty shirty lad
Me Granny felt so bad for him she took a solemn vow
She'd sew the grandest shirt in Ireland
Started saving pennies up and shiny things she found
Her needle fairly flew to beat the band

A vestment pure and wonderful, don't touch... don't even look
Just take your grimy fingers far away
She kept it in the cedar chest beside the holy book
"I thought we'd save it for a Special Day"
For weddings and for funerals it stayed inside the trunk
The Christenings and years went flying by
No occasion met the test no banquet good enough
And if you did suggest it she would cry

I crept up to the attic, the chest I opened wide
The day we put poor Granny in the ground
Certainly the time was neigh to wear the holy cloth
Oh, Jesus, Mary, Joseph what I found

The linen all moth eaten, The thread had turned to sand
And all the embroidery it fell right in me hand
I laughed so hard I wet myself, no one ever saw
The pride o' me family, Shirt that No One Wore

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from The Traveler, released March 20, 2012

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Trip McCool Holly Springs, North Carolina

I put on the guitar and sing as if my ancestors were listening; and I truly believe they are so I better not disappoint them. Trip is the part of my soul that never forgot the sacrifices they made. My people rose up from the Irish mud to make a better life for me. I write songs for them, for my people, the immigrants, the poor, the salt of the earth. It's all true, even the lies. ... more

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