A widow's life is no life at all Look said the ghost, there in the hall Her big brown eyes And northern beer Pulled her through her living years Won't you wear the Won't you wear the Won't you wear the The gravedigger's work is almost done A hole in the ground spits dirt at the sun The water-tank is dirty and dry Dust from the creek covers the sky Won't you wear the Won't you wear the Won't you wear the Five years without a sound The railroad's melted down Ten years further on A husband in the ground Won't you wear the Won't you wear the Won't you wear the Black hatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
