But one thing they don't tell you about the bluesWhen you got emYou keep on falling cause there ain't no bottomThere ain't no end.At least not for LillianNobody knows when she started her skid,She was only 27 and she had five kids.Coulda' been the whiskey,Coulda been the pills,Coulda been the dream she was trying to kill.But there won't be a mention in the news of the worldAbout the life and the death of a red dirt girlNames LillianWho never got any farther across the line than Meridian.