| Got her legs crossed at her ankles and her purse down by her feet
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| She takes a look around and wonders how this came to be
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| The boy that’s there beside her, spittin' image of the man
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| Who carried all the weight and built this house with his two hands
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| In forty-some-odd years she never had to sleep alone
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| It’s been three years in November, she still ain’t bought a stone
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| Said «I used to be a lover but I still feel like a wife»
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| That’s the way that it goes in the game of death and life
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| A father always tries to treat a boy just like a man
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| And he saw his had a way to work through life with his two hands
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| He knew that he was dying but before his days were done
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| After he said all his goodbyes he asked one more thing of his son
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| Well his old man died in April and he went to build a box
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| Every nail and every board was a tear that never dropped
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| Then he had a baby boy born on the same day as his dad
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| So he took his name to give him, it’s the best thing that he had
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| Souls, they move in circles as the generations pass |
| And the old ones hold the young as though the time will never last
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| And the dusk leads to the dawn as the darkness brings us light
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| That’s the way that it goes in the game of death and life
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| All the children at the graveyard, they’re just jumping over rocks
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| And reading all the names on all the cemetery plots
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| They’re soaking up the sun and wondering how it feels to die
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| That’s the way that it goes in the game of death and life
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| Souls, they move in circles as the generations pass
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| And the young ones hold the old like it’s the only thing they have
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| The dusk leads to the dawn as the darkness brings us light
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| That’s the way that it goes in the game of death and life
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| That’s the way that it goes in the game of death and life
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| That’s the way that it goes in the game of death and life |