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A lonely road, crossed another cold state lineMiles away from those I lovePurpose hard to findWhile I recall all the words you spoke to meCan't help but wish that I was thereBack where I'd love to be, oh yeahDear God the only thing I ask of you Is to hold her when I'm not aroundWhen I'm much too far awayWe all need that person who can be true to youBut I left her when I found herAnd now I wish I'd stayed'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tiredI'm missing you again, oh noOnce againThere's nothing here for me on this barren roadThere's no one here while the city sleepsAnd all the shops are closedCan't help but think of the times I've had with youPictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeahDear God the only thing I ask of you isTo hold her when I'm not around, When I'm much too far awayWe all need that person who can be true to youI left her when I found herAnd now I wish I'd stayed'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tiredI'm missing you again oh noOnce againSome search, never finding a wayBefore long, they waste awayI found you, something told me to stayI gave in, to selfish waysAnd how I miss someone to holdWhen hope begins to fade... A lonely road, crossed another cold state lineMiles away from those I love Hope is hard to findDear God the only thing I ask of you isTo hold her when I'm not around, When I'm much too far awayWe all need the person who can be true to youI left her when I found herAnd now I wish I'd stayed'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tiredI'm missing you again oh noOnce again

Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913Made his great grandchildren believeYou could live to a 103A hundred and three is forever when you’re just a little kidSo, Cyrus Jones lived foreverGravediggerWhen you dig my graveCould you make it shallowSo that I can feel the rainGravediggerMuriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954Lost both of her babies in the second great warNow, you should never have to watch as your only children are lowered in the groundI mean you should never have to bury your own babiesGravediggerWhen you dig my graveCould you make it shallowSo that I can feel the rainGravediggerRing around the roseyPocket full o'poseyAshes to ashes{Musical intro}We all fall downGravediggerWhen you dig my graveCould you make it shallowSo that I can feel the rainOh GravediggerLittle Mikey Carson '67 to '75He rode his bike like the devil until the day he diedWhen he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapezeOh, 1940 to 1992--GravediggerWhen you dig my gravecould you make it shallowSo that I can feel the rainGrave diggerWhen you dig my graveCould you make it shallowSo that I can feel the rainI can feel the rainI can feel the rainGravediggerWhen you dig my graveCould you make it shallowSo that I can feel the rainGravediggerGrave digger