written by Lucinda Williams



Gurf Morlix guitar

Doug Atwell fiddle

Duane Jarvis guitar

John Ciambotti bass

Donald Lindley drums

Byron Berline fiddle





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 staring 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

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 standing there his sister she was there too

I saw them look at us standing 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 get lost



SOLO



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



SOLO





From Lucinda Williams