Allison Moorer - Cold, Cold Earth

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