Mr. Larkin - State Radio, Chadwick Stokes

I work in the kitchen, in an old folks home

I do my best but I too am gettin' old

I do the dishes but lately I’ve been droppin' plates

See as I get older, my hands are startin' to shake

So Mr. Larkin, I know she know who I am

Every now and then, she’ll squeeze my hand

It’s what I live for and it’s why she don’t die

So Mr. Larkin won’t you, won’t you give me this try

Ten years ago, my wife took sick

So I brought her here, my job I quit

Started workin' for the home so I could be by her everyday

We couldn’t afford the cost any other way

So Mr. Larkin, I know she know who I am

Every now and then, she’ll squeeze my hand

It’s what I live for and it’s why she don’t die

So Mr. Larkin won’t you, won’t you give me this try

I walk to work on route 27

I see the same cars pass by me everyday

And through all this, new england weather

You know never once have I been late

So Mr. Larkin, I know she know who I am

Every now and then, she’ll squeeze my hand

It’s what I live for and it’s why she don’t die

So Mr. Larkin won’t you, won’t you give me this try

I see the argument your makin'

And I understand you got to do your job

And believe me I know she’s turning angel

But you see this woman is all I got

So Mr. Larkin, I know she know who I am

Every now and then, she’ll squeeze my hand

It’s what I live for and it’s why she don’t die

So Mr. Larkin won’t you, won’t you give me this try