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together by my heart
With a little ring he gave me from my finger ne'er shall part
When I'm dead and in my casket and deep in my grave I lie
I want to be
letters
Written by my true love's hand

[Go and bring them to me sister
Read them o'er for me tonight
I have often tried but I could not
For the tears that
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
your head and cry 

Billy and Sue met the first day of school 
And ever since lived by the golden rule 
Because when you do unto others 
What you
Eighteen hundred and eighty five
Is a year I remember so well
When they drove old brad into an early grave
And sent my mother to jail
Now I don't
Charlotte

And if you pass tonight in your sleep
You will still have me to weep
I’m all that remains here
Blue Charlotte

Yellow letters from your youth
All
went by now here I am in another foxhole in VietNam
And there's a boy from Brooklyn behind a gun
They couldn't send his daddy so they sent his son
(The
foxhole oh the last foxhole oh Lord let it be the last foxhole)

Well the years went by now here I am in another foxhole in VietNam
And there's a boy from
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
So a red paper bag broke my heart today
No one knows that it came form your hands
The blood is still perched by the third letter form the right
very brave
Incomplete he took to his grave
Josephine was such a joke
Kept her letter inside his coat

V. van gogh was so i hear
One to send his
Lord help their souls be saved
Mr. Johnson's daughter flew in from Nevada
When they put him in his grave
Tommy took a summer job in Pontiac
He's
Oh hear Mary Jane Kelly
So sad and singing sadly
A violet plucked from mother’s grave

Ex-soldier Thomas Bowyer found you in the gutter
slip away

Letters from lovers
Are lining my grave
Some came too early
And some came too late

Were you speaking?
Or did I say
"The frontiers have fallen
death
On a country road far from town
I stare by the wheel just as sure as I feel
That there won't be but one sound
That's the wheel that keeps
witnessed
And even more
As time passed by
I saw the sons of romolns fall
The one god rise
And coldness survive

ANOETH BID BET why ARTHUR
(A secret The Grave
glass stinks with ash
In the broken windows
Remembered bodies
Fill the streets with novels
And the brave boys pass by
In brave pontoons
And mark graves
floor
Mama tell me what to do
Won't serve it to me right
C'mon and bring me good news
Help me get rid of these blues

Got me stuck by the wayside
of all that I've achieved 

'Cause I was never much on dreams 
And they were never big on me 
And I can't dream my way home from a grave-sight by