Song parody of
Pallbearer
by Marty Stuart
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She left me in the darkness all alone
She abandoned all the good times
And the love I thought we had
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, walkin' down the aisle
Travellin' to the graveyard, countin' down the miles
With earth-filled shovel, they dig that eternal bed
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, carrying the dead
Carrying the dead
She don't call me and she don't try to
And my praying can't bring her back
My eyes are wide open watching my future fade to black
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, walkin' down the aisle
Travellin' to the graveyard, countin' down the miles
With earth-filled shovel, they dig that eternal bed
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, carrying the dead
Carrying the dead
I've pondered trading places with the man layin' in that herse
I try to hold my head up but her leavin' is like a curse
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, walkin' down the aisle
Travellin' to the graveyard, countin' down the miles
With earth-filled shovel, they dig that eternal bed
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, carrying the dead
Carrying the dead
Carrying the dead
She left me in the darkness all alone
She abandoned all the good times
And the love I thought we had
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, walkin' down the aisle
Travellin' to the graveyard, countin' down the miles
With earth-filled shovel, they dig that eternal bed
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, carrying the dead
Carrying the dead
She don't call me and she don't try to
And my praying can't bring her back
My eyes are wide open watching my future fade to black
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, walkin' down the aisle
Travellin' to the graveyard, countin' down the miles
With earth-filled shovel, they dig that eternal bed
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, carrying the dead
Carrying the dead
I've pondered trading places with the man layin' in that herse
I try to hold my head up but her leavin' is like a curse
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, walkin' down the aisle
Travellin' to the graveyard, countin' down the miles
With earth-filled shovel, they dig that eternal bed
I'm like a lonesome pallbearer, carrying the dead
Carrying the dead
Carrying the dead
