typewriting music
I wrote a song for you.
remember all the things i've done
and when i die please tell someone
please be modest, not too proud
be sure to speak my name aloud
i waited tables twelve long years
served them dinner, wiped their tears
of three children, two are gone
last one's leaving 'fore too long
drove an old car, prayed it started
twice god left me broken hearted
one more time god my heart breaks
pray the lord my soul to take
every morning read the paper
another woman's child foresake her
obituary's never long
pray someone will hear my song
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