you know and here glory laughed almost as if the memory were a sweet one kenny used to call me when the folks were passed out cold from whiskey and id come over and step right over them sometimes and hold you in my arms and sing a bit and stroke your sweet little head , stay most the night while they snored and groaned in their drunken stupors , who knows they might even have been awake and seen me and not even known they were awake , thinking maybe they were hallucinating .