Dead Confederate Memorial Day Night
Not right, just last night, Memorial Day night
Them tears they break, they streak her face
I don’t have the heart
So I stood like I could be good and bring her back
But I’m so empty now and lesser somehow
I don’t have the heart
So what’s left now that the truth is all out?
And you know you’re right on Memorial Day night
And we stood like we could be good and both live alone
But we’re so empty now and lesser somehow
And I have no heart.
