Pineola - Lucinda Williams

When Daddy told me what happened

I couldn’t believe what he just said

Sonny shot himself with a 44

And they found him lyin' on his bed

I could not speak a single word

No tears streamed down my face

I just sat there on the living room couch

Starin' off into space

Mama and Daddy went over to the house

To see what had to be done

They took the sheets off of the bed

And they went to call someone

Some of us gathered at a friend’s house

To help each other ease the pain

I just sat alone in a corner chair

I couldn’t say much of anything

We drove on out to the country

His friends all stood around

Subiaco Cemetery

Is where we lay him down

I saw his mama, she was standin' there

His sister, she was there too

I saw them look at us standin' around the grave

And not a soul they knew

Born and raised in Pineola

His mama believed in the Pentecost

She got the preacher to say some words

So his soul wouldn’t be lost

Some of us, we stood in silence

Some bowed their heads and prayed

I think I must’ve picked up a handful of dust

And let it fall over his grave

I think I must’ve picked up a handful of dust

And let it fall over his grave