The wind it was howlin’ and the snow was outrageous. We chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn. When he died I was hopin’ that it wasn’t contagious. But I made up my mind that I had to go on.

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I’m fixing to die, fixing to die. Feeling funny in my mind, Lord. I believe I’m fixing to die. Well, I don’t mind dying. But I hate to leave my children crying. Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground. Look over yonder to that burying ground. Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down.

It’s like my whole life never happened. When I see you, it’s as if I never had a thought. I know this dream, it might be crazy. But it’s the only one I’ve got.

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