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A widow's life is no life at all
Look said the ghost, there in the hall
Her big brown eyes
And northern beer
Pulled her through her living years
Won't you wear the
Won't you wear the
Won't you wear the
The gravedigger's work is almost done
A hole in the ground spits dirt at the sun
The water-tank is dirty and dry
Dust from the creek covers the sky
Won't you wear the
Won't you wear the
Won't you wear the
Five years without a sound
The railroad's melted down
Ten years further on
A husband in the ground
Won't you wear the
Won't you wear the
Won't you wear the
Black Hat