My Condolences Mrs. Brown lyrics

Bitter days will follow this grievious letter

For there is only total loss and nothing better

The bottle bent the wheel

The booze that cracked the steel

Speedometer stuck at seventy, wrapped on a pole

The creosote timber like the bell took its toll

Bill brown look down

Balsam box, and burial gown

Young man, barely a man, but a man to his peers

So bold, so foolish, endarkened shroud of endless tears

He was so young to die

Each responding ensobered with a sigh

Pitch the ground cold and damp on Bill's cell

Eternal imprisonment hear the dolling bell

Bill Brown look down

Balsam box, and burial gown

Epitaphical stone bears the forgotten name

Oh where is your drink? Your claim to fame,

You will make it! You are all right,

Unfortunate turn, distortion of sight

To those mortal mediators of life and impending death

Could not restore torn lungs incapable of breath

Bill Brown look down

Balsam box, and burial gown

Dear sorrowing mother, dear mourning wife,

Dear grieving father, incised by sterile knife

Hopeful heart is bleeding grim

For the newest angel sing a hymn

My condolences on the tragic loss of your son

Drink and driving choked his life before it yet begun

Bill Brown look down

Balsam box, and burial gown

To those that take notice the grave song

There is only one more fear greater wrong

Unshackled passenger lie there

Like a gasping fish searching for air

So when your unsober hand turns the key to go

Remember Bill's fluid filled veins, his bloodless body below

Bill Brown look down

Balsam box, and burial gown