They had a cross on the hill And a flag in the yard An off white picket fence And a broken down car A player piano That played Clair de Lune A weekend garage sale That ran June to June And he was off In the woods somewhere People will talk I was working the counter The day he got shot Stlill in his boots out there Stuck in the mud With a St. Louis decal On the back of his truck You know the last time I saw him He was changing a tire He'd duct taped the muffler And held it with wire Off on the shoulder By the good luck saloon He stood on one leg And said y'all come back soon And he was just 17 When he started to sing He sang with the angels And he sang with the King Off in the corner With a Hank Williams song It was him and juke box Singing along And she was dressed like nun Black shoes and black hat It taked one to know one And I know about that She moved like a dancer And smelled of perfume They ate carnival food In the back of the room And it was goodbye to Texas Remember thhe Maine Gooodbye to the town That remembers your name This life ain't nothing But an old figure eight You think you figured it out Then get twisted by fate And it was never the same It was never that good There was no one to blame How could you know That it wouldn't They ran the obit In the paper today It was just a few words There was not much to say They had a cross on the hill And a flag in the yard An off white picket fence And a broken down car A player piano Thet played Clair de Lune A weekend garage sale That ran June to June