David Nail - The secret

^CAll gathered 'round in our Sunday best After the service on them old church steps ^FCongregation spilling into the streets ^{C F C}Ain't it funny how the preacher's words Disappear out here on the curb Once the ^Fweight of an old friend's body and your hands ^Cmeet ^AmTending bar up in Syracuse ^GMomma called when she got the news Hell,^C I don't know who she'll miss more, you or me^F No, it ^Cdidn't feel real, no not 'til now Behind this ^Glong black Lincoln in our little town R^Folling by buildings I ^Gnever thought again I'd ^Csee

And I can't ^Fhelp but ^Gthink about ^Call that we could have^Am been Had ^Fyou not ^Gstayed here and ^Csettled for a life with ^Amhim ^FAshes to ^Gashes, dust to ^Amdust ^FBuried is the ^Gsecret that was^C us ^C

^CI can still see you standing there Swollen eyes and snow in your hair And your ^Fshaking voice say you ^Gcouldn't get past the ^Cshame

^CEight weeks into a nine month ride Either way it's still a lie ^FCarrying your child ^Gwith another man's ^Cname

And I can't ^Fhelp but ^Gthink about ^Call that we could have^Am been Had ^Fyou not ^Gstayed here and ^Csettled for a life with ^Amhim ^FAshes to ^Gashes, dust to ^Amdust ^FBuried is the ^Gsecret that was^C us ^C

^AmI walk up and shake his hand, ^Gtell him just how sorry I am And ^Cwhat I wouldn't give to have you ^Fback ^CI wonder if you're looking down on ^Gall who is gathered 'round ^FKnowing one day ^GI too will find ^Cpeace

And I can't ^Fhelp but ^Gthink about ^Call that we could have^Am been Had ^Fyou not ^Gstayed here and ^Csettled for a life with ^Amhim ^FAshes to ^Gashes, dust to ^Amdust ^FBuried is the ^Gsecret that was^C us ^C

^FBuried is the ^Gsecret that was ^Cus