Lucinda Williams - Pineola

When ^GDaddy told me what ^Fhappened I ^Ccouldn't believe what he just ^Gsaid Sonny shot himself with a ^F44 and they ^Cfound him lyin on his ^Gbed ^GI could not speak a ^Fsingle word no ^Ctears streamed down my ^Gface I just ^Gsat there on the ^Fliving room couch ^Cstaring off into ^Gspace ^GMama and Daddy went ^Fover to the house to ^Csee what had to be ^Gdone They took the sheets off ^Fof the bed and ^Cthey went to call ^Gsomeone Some of us gathered at a ^Ffriend's house to ^Chelp each other ease the ^G pain ^GI just sat alone in a ^Fcorner chair I ^Ccouldn't say much of a^Gnything ^GWe drove on out to the ^Fcountry His ^Cfriends all stood a^Ground ^GSubiaco ^FCemetery ^Cis where we lay him ^Gdown I saw his mama, she was ^Fstanding there his ^Csister she was there ^Gtoo I saw them look at us standing ^Faround the grave and ^Cnot a soul they ^G knew ^GBorn and raised in Pin^Feola his ^Cmama believed in the Pentec^Gost She got the preacher to say some ^Fwords so his ^Csoul wouldn't get ^Glost

^GSome of us we stood in ^Fsilence some ^Cbowed their heads and^G prayed G F C ^GI think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his grave G F C ^GI think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his grave