Cold Cold Earth - Allison Moorer

The night was hot and steamy and crickets played their tune

Everyone was sleeping under an August moon

Except one man that sat awake, slowly going mad

Regretting that he’d thrown away the only love he had

A slave to the bottle, he’d driven his family to leave

A wife and two daughters he treated so terribly

Drunk with grief and loneliness, he wasn’t thinking straight

He knew he couldn’t live unless they pardoned his mistakes

He went into the city to try to make amends

Asked his love for pity but she would not give in

Overwhelmed with sadness, he reached for his gun

And took her life along with his before the morning sun

Now they are lying in the cold, cold earth

Such a sad, sad story;

such a sad, sad world