Tiny Coffin Lyrics

John Campbell Tiny Coffin

It takes a tiny coffin for a six year old,
It takes a small hole in the ground.
It takes a tiny coffin for a six year old,
It takes a small hole in the ground.
You could fill it up with my tears and rage,
As they lowered Billy down.


Shotgun blast from a moving car,
It just don’t make no sense.
Shotgun blast from a moving car,
It just don’t make no sense.
They say they were aiming for someone else,
But they put Billy in the past tense.


I knelt by his mama as she weeped in pain.
I asked her what could I do?
I knelt by his mama as she weeped in pain.
I asked her what could I do?
She said, “Pray for me and the neighborhood,
And pray the next time it ain’t you.”


They piled in the Chevy – five angry young men,
It’s the law of the jungle for them.
They piled in the Chevy – five angry young men,
It’s the law of the jungle for them.
They know where to find the gunman,
And Billy has to be revenged.