John F. McCullagh
I’ll Call It A Day When I Die
I’m the boss, I don’t plan to retire..
As long as there’s breathe in these lungs
I’ll sing till my body’s past tired.
For music’s a sweet occupation.
and mine is a lyrical line.
For singing has been my true love
And music my only vocation
A concert puts a song in my heart
and the work is like I'm on vacation.
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