Pa drove to town yesterday to pick out her grave He found the lot where she'd lay Then he drove to old man Ed Sutterton's place To find him some peace He got there round about twelve And he stayed till three And the sun left him down in the valley But the moon met him up in the hills by the lake Reflecting the ghost of ma's place Suppertime came and went No one heard from him Sis left his food on the plate At the end of the table right next to ma's place Where nobody'd sit The telephone rang bout four My sister answered it And I felt the news through the floor boards Like a long, sullen moan Like a wreck on the road Like a joining of hands Sha la la la, sha la la la, sha la la la Sha la la la, sha la la la, sha la la la So, I drove to town yesterday To pick out his grave I found the lot where they'd lay And then I drove To old man Ed Sutterton's place To find me some peace