Pineola - Live (2003/The Fillmore, San Francisco)

When Daddy told me what happened
 I couldn't believe what he just said
 Sonny shot himself with a 44
 And they found him lyin' on his bed
 I could not speak a single word
 No tears streamed down my face
 I just sat there on the living room couch
 Starin' off into space
 Mama and Daddy went over to the house
 To see what had to be done
 They took the sheets off of the bed
 And they went to call someone
 Some of us gathered at a friend's house
 To help each other ease the pain
 I just sat alone in a corner chair
 I couldn't say much of anything
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 We drove on out to the country
 His friends all stood around
 Subiaco Cemetery
 Is where we lay him down
 I saw his mama, she was standin' there
 His sister, she was there too
 I saw them look at us standin' around the grave
 And not a soul they knew
 Born and raised in Pineola
 His mama believed in the Pentecost
 She got the preacher to say some words
 So his soul wouldn't be lost
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 Some of us, we stood in silence
 Some bowed their heads and prayed
 I think I must've picked up a handful of dust
 And let it fall over his grave
 I think I must've picked up a handful of dust
 And let it fall over his grave