Lyrics based on a 2010 article in The Republican (Holyoke, MA) by Tom Shea
lyrics
The morning is brisk. The small American flags that stand year-round in Ed Jassik's yard, not just Veterans Day, snap to attention.
And inside his home, Ed Jassik, 80, is easygoing as a sunny Sunday afternoon, dressed in white socks, two crucifixes hanging on his wall.
Four cords of wood have already been piled in the driveway
And I got my own four chords, but I'm going to do it my way
Ed thinks he might need two more.
She was a Moynahan then. She was a waitress at the local bar. She didn't like him much then, but oh, how her sister insisted.
Married 55 years, and he never understood how his oldest son became a Yankees fan at all — the kid was living in Brookline.
Four cords of wood have already been piled in the driveway
And I got my own four chords, but I'm going to do it my way
Ed thinks he might need two more.
Then that day, the landing barge sank and he thought, "I'm going to die here. I'm going to die. Welcome home."
He opens his door, and wandering forward, his feet a Bulgarian march, Ed stands at ease. Examines his flags, resolving purely a true-blue Democrat heart, Ed sits on his knees.
Then that day, the landing barge sank and he thought, "I'm going to die here. I'm going to die." Welcome home.
credits
from Ed Jassik's Heart,
released December 7, 2019
Jasper – lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar, piano
Lenny Annex – bass, piano
Sarge – drums
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