Pineola

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