Saint Patrick's Day Six years-old Sippin' Shirley Temples with pockets full of gold I made the jukebox play Stevie Ray, and he looks at me Like the apple of his eye didn't fall far from the tree Mamas chalkin' up, placing bets 8-ball corner pocket She lights a cigarette And daddy's talkin' trash And he leans on back And he winks at me Like the apple of his eye didn't fall far from the tree Tonight the shuffleboards And the Bud Light sign Take me back to 1989 And I'm a dancing queen In Levi jeans And he looks at me Like the apple of his eye didn't fall far from the tree