Look up, look down this lonesome road Hang down your head and cry For we often lose some things in life That makes us wonder why Oh the fairest love I ever had Now sleeps beneath the clay I live in hopes and dreams of her That well meet again someday I often sit and wonder why Life has to be this way But after all is said and done Im sure God has his say Id like to be a small part of life With some few things to achieve Just to know Ive been a fruitless cause Would give my poor heart grief Now when they lower my casket down In some lonesome grave to rest And you take your last look at my face You can say I done my bestYou might also like
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