Artist: allison moorer
Song: cold, cold earth
(Allison Moorer)
The night was hot and steamy
And crickets played their tune
Everyone was sleeping
Under an August moon
Except one man that sat awake
Slowly going mad
Regretting that he'd thrown away
The only love he had
A slave to the bottle
He'd driven his family to leave
A wife and two daughters
He treated so terribly
Drunk with grief and loneliness
He wasn't thinking straight
He knew he couldn't live unless
They pardoned his mistakes
He went into the city
To try to make amends
Asked his love for pity
But she would not give in
Overwhelmed with sadness
He reached for his gun
And took her life along with his
Before the morning sun
Now they are lying
In the cold, cold earth
Such a sad, sad story
Such a sad, sad world
