Look up a man this lonesome road;
Hang down your head and cry;
For we often lose some things in life;
That makes us wonder why.
Oh the fairest love I ever had;
Now sleeps beneath the clay;
I live in hopes and dreams of her;
That well meet again someday:
I often said and wonder why;
Life has to be this way;
But after all is said and done
Im sure God has his say;
Id like to be a small part of life;
With some good things to achieve:
Just to know Ive been a fruitless part;
Would give my poor heart grief.
Now when they lower my casket down;
Its a lonesome grave to rest;
And you take one last look at my face;
You can say I done my best.

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