MY DYING BED
Verse 1
She don’t care about the music
She just sways and listens to it
with her eyes closed, just to clear her head
Sitting there all alone
in a dress of calico
I want her sitting by my dying bed
Verse 2
Her golden hair, how it flows
and her lips could shame a rose
I’m hem and hawing, wishing we were wed
I should try and let her linger
but want my ring upon her finger
I want her sitting by my dying bed
Chorus 1
What a day that would be
If she said yes to me
And forever I will be
with the only one for me
I want her sitting by my dying bed
Verse 3
As my words I try to find
I take a swig of moonshine
To find the courage to let nothing go unsaid
I arise from my chair
and as I’m walking over there
I say a prayer to the Lord in my head
Verse 4
As I offer her my hand
She takes it and begins to stand
Not a word between us was said
As the band begins to play
We dance the night away
Let her be mine 'til my dying day
Chorus 2
What a day that would be
If she said yes to me
And forever I will be
with the only one for me
I want her sitting by my dying bed
(c) 2016 Elgie Street Music (ASCAP)
