| That day when it’s all over
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| And they come to carry me
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| And you’re wearin' black and walkin' slow
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| With the rest of the family
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| And the choir stands to sing a song
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| Make sure it’s one of mine
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| I had a few more tunes that
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| I wanted to write
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| But I ran out of time
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| Some I wrote for money, Some I wrote for fun
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| Some I wrote and threw away, never sang to any one
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| Some I wrote for mama a couple of them aren’t through
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| I’ve lost track of all the rest, but the most I wrote for you
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| That day when it’s all over
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| And you’re settin' all alone
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| And they come to ask what you want
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| Written on my stone
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| Tell’em when I was born and died
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| The year and the day
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| If there’s room for something else
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| Here’s what you can say
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| Some he wrote for money, Some he wrote for fun
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| Some he wrote and threw away, never sang to any one
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| Some he wrote for mama I’ve forgotten two or three
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| I’ve lost track of all the rest, but the most he wrote for me |