A past friend, a railroad engineer. I used to play for him once in a while. |
I played a tune upon your grave I played a tune upon your grave and asked if you’d forgive me For not coming by while you were alive and play again before you died Your illness was too much for my brother to accept He could not handle all your pain nor could he say goodbye From time to time when I come home I like to drop by all alone and play a tune upon your grave and leave a pick beside your stone I play the songs I know you liked and hope somehow you hear Then put my guitar in its case, drive away and shed a tear You rode the rails for many years and sang the tunes that brought you cheer About the trains and stops and towns with all the people standing around Rail Road Lady, Faded Love, Folsom Prison Blues and Wings of a Dove All the songs that you once knew, I will play and sing for you So rest my friend until the time when I can come and sing again And leave a pick beside your stone and think about how long it’s been For the train is at the station and brake mans packed the gear This train is bound for glory and it has its engineer John Patrick Moss July 08, 2009 |