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All That's Left Of A Livin' Man

All that's left is a cold gray stone
Markin' the man in his grave
I never laid my eyes on him
But every day I carry his name

Don't know much about the man
'Cept what I've heard from my Dad
I've heard he was a hard-drinkin' man
A logger of cold-hearted timberland

A snapshot framed on a bedroom wall
There he stood as a young man
Turn of the century immigrant
A cog in the wheel of a foreign land

If his lonely grave could talk to me
If it's lonely soul could walk with me
What would he say if he could?
What could I say if he would?

I get the blues from time to time
Thinkin' 'bout that grave in a lonely land
A cold gray stone in a crossroad's plot
All that's left of a livin' man


Copyright August, 2002
Joey Nigro-Nilsen

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