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BECKY

Copyright 1973 - 2013 Ė Robert E. Shandor

 

Smoke came from the chimney
As momma stirred the pot
Little brother came runniní
He was cryiní a lot
He was tired of beiní
The very last in line
He was bound and determined
To be here on time

 

The wind kissed the grasses
And the flowers in the field
Most of the menfolk
Were harvestiní the yield
The dogs were all barkiní and
The kids were all at play
Wasnít nothiní special
Just another country day

 

And Becky came by to
To see me this morning
She tried to hide
All those tears in her eyes
She didnít know that I
Knew what she was thinkiní
That tomorrow by this time
I will probíly have died

 

The fire burned warm
As the sun settled down
Dinner was on the table
And the famíly gathered Ďround
Seven places theyíd set
But one was left empty
Six were for the rest of them
But the seventh was for me

 

I could hear them from my bedroom
As I lay there in pain
Keepiní thoughts of lovely things
Always in my brain
They all talked in whispers
As if that could delay
Olí Mr. Death from cominí
To take me on my way

 

And Becky came by to
To see me this morning
She tried to hide
All those tears in her eyes
She didnít know that I
Knew what she was thinkiní
That tomorrow by this time
I will probíly have died

 

And Becky came by to
To see me this morning
She tried to hide
All those tears in her eyes
She didnít know that I
Knew what she was thinkiní
That tomorrow by this time
I will probíly have died