| On the day that she was buried
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| Her Daddy stood out by the cemetery fence
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| Prayed to God for forgiveness
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| For surely all of this is punishment for my sins
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| They put her in the family garden
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| Said you could hear his heart breaking miles away
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| All the men pitched in and bought a marble angel
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| To mark the piece of land where little Bonnie lay
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| My Grandma said she would keep her in the mornings
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| So her Mama could sleep a bit and do the chores and such
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| She’d read her stories about little girls and magic powers
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| That would never let a pretty angel hurt
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| Her Mama’s always been a beauty
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| She’s still beautiful to this very day
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| But they say Bonnie’s crystal eyes put the stars to shame
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| Maybe heaven needed Bonnie’s face
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| My Grandma said she would keep her in the mornings
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| A swollen angel who never would complain
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| She’d read her stories about little girls and princesses
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| Whose Daddy’s don’t feel punished for what heaven takes away
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| Little Bonnie never married
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| Little Bonnie never even made it four
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| But I grew up in her presence
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| Even though she was gone before I’z born
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| Even though she was gone before I’z born |