Pa drove to town yesterday to pick up a friend He found the locker she lay in He drove to old man Ed Somerton's place To finally disappear He got there round about twelve And he stayed 'till three And the sun left him down in the valley But the moon met him up in the hills by the lake Reflecting the (?) Suppertime came and . . .
'Sis answered it 'Sis left his food on his plate At the end of the table right next to mom's place But nobody'd sit Telephone rang about six I answered it I felt the news through the floorboards Like a long Southern bone (?), like a wreck on the lake (?) Like a joint (?) Sh-lalalalalalala Sh-lalalalalalala So I drove to town yesterday To pick up his bed I found the locker he lay in I drove to old man Ed Somerton's place To find me some peace
