Happy Birthday, Man In Black
2002-02-26 - 9:25 p.m.
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The scaffold is high, and eternity near, She stands in the back and sheds not a tear, Late at night, when the North wind blows, She stands at my grave, cries o'er my bones.
And she walks these hills, in a long black veil, she, visits my grave as the night winds wail. -----
Delia, woah delia, Delia all my life, If I hadn't shot poor Delia, I'd have her for my wife. Delia's gone, one more round, delia's gone. Jailer, woah jailer, Jailer, I can't sleep, 'Cause all around me, all I hear, Is the patter of Delia's feet. Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone. ----- Drive on, It don't mean nothin', my children love me, But they don't understand, And I got a woman who, knows her man, Drive on. It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' Drive on. ----- Ask me if I'll miss her kisses, Guess I will, everyday, I don't like it, But I guess things happen that way. Ask me if I'll find another, I don't know,� I can't say, I don't like it, But I guess things happen that way. God gave me that girl to lean on, Then he left on my own, Heaven help me to be a man and, Have the strength to stand alone. I don't like it, But I guess things happen that way. ----- When I was just a baby, my momma told me,"Son," "Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns." But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. When I hear that old train whistle, I hang my head and cry. � Happy Birthday, Man in Black.
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