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Slow Walkin and Sad Songs (from the gravedigger’s POV)
Winners, losers, rich and poor, They all come up this hill. Sooner or later I guess everybody will. In life they’d never trust their loved ones To the likes of me; They never see me anyhow— I hang back in the trees.
Slow walkin and sad songs Lead us back home where we belong. How lost? How heartsick? How heavy? Lord, how long? Slow walkin and sad songs.
There’s a man can tell you, If you have any doubt, A broken heart can cut a man And let his soul leak out. And yonder lies a dreamer Who never quite fit in; He could not bring himself to change So he brought it to an end.
Slow walkin and sad songs Lead us back home where we belong. How lost? How heartsick? How heavy? Lord, how long? Slow walkin and sad songs.
I’ve seen ‘em come and go And go right out of their minds. Can’t help but feel sorry For the ones that’s left behind. But I ain’t seen such sadness This side of Gethsemane As when I watched her mama Say good-bye to Georgia Lee
Slow walkin and sad songs Lead us back home where we belong. How lost? How heartsick? How heavy? Lord, how long? Slow walkin and sad songs.
The longest walk we ever take Ain’t physically far, Just the space between what things were And what they weirdly are. I suspect that anything Worth havin, we can’t lose, But at times like this I just wish I had some better news.
Slow walkin and sad songs Lead us back home where we belong. How lost? How heartsick? How heavy? Lord, how long? Slow walkin and sad songs. (For Wil Sims, a mighty writer and philosopher from Stamps, Arkansas, one of the brightest lights and sweetest spirits I’ve ever known.)
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