Some bowed their heads and prayed
I just sat there on the living room couch
No tears streamed down my face
I think I must've picked up a handful of dust
And let it fall over his grave
I just sat alone in a corner chair
His sister, she was there too
Some of us, we stood in silence
And not a soul they knew
Mama and Daddy went over to the house
And they found him lyin' on his bed
Is where we lay him down
To see what had to be done
She got the preacher to say some words
I could not speak a single word
So his soul wouldn't be lost
I couldn't say much of anything
Born and raised in Pineola
I saw them look at us standin' around the grave
Sunny shot himself with a 44
And they went to call someone
Subiaco cemetery
They took the sheets off of the bed
His friends all stood around
I saw his mama, she was standin' there
I think I must've picked up a handful of dust
His mama believed in the Pentecost
Starin' off into space
Some of us gathered at a friend's house
To help each other ease the pain
We drove on out to the country
