Sammy Walker Song For Patty Lyrics

In a mansion out in Hillsborough, California
There lived and grew a young girl by the sea
She always did just what she was supposed to
To carry forth and please her family
And the luxury of youth could never question
Is there any way of life except this way?
So she rode a lovely horse down through the mornin'
Contented for an hour and a day

Patty, dear, I know your sights are on the Milky Way
And the avaricious scorpion is a-beggin' you to stay
Please meet me at the Holocaust Valley
And you can tell us all about it some day

Now the wealthy strings of life were always pleasin'
When a courtship of her young days come to call
Though the neighbors and her friends were always teasin'
'Cause she never liked to speak of it at all
Occasionally she'd wander on the outside
Of the big iron gates that protected her within
But her parents and relations quickly scolded
"There's nothing there but sickness, hate, and sin"

Patty, dear, I know your sights are on the Milky Way
And the avaricious scorpion is a-beggin' you to stay
Please meet me at the Holocaust Valley
And you can tell us all about it some day Now the girl from out in Hillsborough, California
Fell in love with a young man by the sea
In rebellion she quickly stood beside him
With disregard for wealth and family
So they moved out through the night and lived together
Out into a world she'd never known
And the talk about the town was surely soundin'
My, how this young girl sure had grown

Patty, dear, I know your sights are on the Milky Way
And the avaricious scorpion is a-beggin' you to stay
Please meet me at the Holocaust Valley
And you can tell us all about it some day

Oh the background of her youth did come to haunt her
On that darkest night that she stole away
By the conscience of the misled and forgotten
For another's crime she would have to pay
But she opened up her eyes and looked around her
And saw how often money takes the place of men
Now she's runnin' from a world that doesn't want her
Hidin' in the silence and the wind

Patty, dear, I know your sights are on the Milky Way
And the avaricious scorpion is a-beggin' you to stay
Please meet me at the Holocaust Valley
And you can tell us all about it some day