Angry Johnny and the Killbillies - Down at your grave

^AmI have worn a path from the liquor store ^Gthrough the woods and down to your ^Amgrave

They never ^Gloved you like I loved you any^Amway I ^Gkeep the weeds from growing on your ^Amstone while you ^Flie there in the cold and keep me ^Ecompany I ^Amdon't have much to do, since the ^Fday they buried you spend ^Gall my night just drinking at your ^Amgrave

^AmThey never found your killer and they never will no ^Gstone to mark the grave where he does ^Amlay

now ^Gno one but the Devil knows his ^Amname I ^Gcome here in the nighttime and I'll ^Amsing to you I'll ^Fpromise that my love shall never ^Edie Some^Amtimes I pass out drunk and sleep here ^Fnext to you I ^Gspend my nighttimes mourning at your ^Amgrave

^AmNow people think I'm crazy and perhaps I am When ^GI walk through the town, they look a^Amway

I was the ^Glast one that was seen with you that ^Amday But ^GI was passed out on the couch from ^Amdrinkin' The ^Fnote said you were going for a ^Edrive In^Amside my head I hear that gospel ^Fringin' At ^Gnights when I'm alone here by your ^Amgrave

So ^Amdamn them all to hell, I do not need them The ^Gonly thing I need has gone a^Amway

I ^Glook into their eyes and they're a^Amfraid They ^Gwhisper and they point with waggin' ^Amfingers but ^FI could care less what they think of ^Eme The ^Amonly thing I care of is what ^Flingers the ^Gmemory of our love down at your ^Amgrave