| When Daddy told me what happened
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| I couldn’t believe what he just said
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| Sonny shot himself with a 44
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| And they found him lyin' on his bed
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| I could not speak a single word
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| No tears streamed down my face
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| I just sat there on the living room couch
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| Starin' off into space
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| Mama and Daddy went over to the house
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| To see what had to be done
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| They took the sheets off of the bed
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| And they went to call someone
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| Some of us gathered at a friend’s house
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| To help each other ease the pain
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| I just sat alone in a corner chair
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| I couldn’t say much of anything
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| We drove on out to the country
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| His friends all stood around
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| Subiaco Cemetery
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| Is where we lay him down
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| I saw his mama, she was standin' there
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| His sister, she was there too
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| I saw them look at us standin' around the grave
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| And not a soul they knew
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| Born and raised in Pineola
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| His mama believed in the Pentecost
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| She got the preacher to say some words
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| So his soul wouldn’t be lost
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| Some of us, we stood in silence
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| Some bowed their heads and prayed
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| I think I must’ve picked up a handful of dust
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| And let it fall over his grave
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| I think I must’ve picked up a handful of dust
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| And let it fall over his grave |