Pa drove to town yesterday to pick out her grave 
He found the lot where she'd lay 
Then he drove to old man Ed Sutterton's place 
To find him some peace 
He got there round about twelve 
And he stayed till three 
And the sun left him down in the valley 
But the moon met him up in the hills by the lake 
Reflecting the ghost of ma's place 

Suppertime came and went 
No one heard from him 
Sis left his food on the plate 
At the end of the table right next to ma's place 
Where nobody'd sit 

The telephone rang bout four 
My sister answered it 
And I felt the news through the floor boards 
Like a long, sullen moan 
Like a wreck on the road 
Like a joining of hands 

So, I drove to town yesterday 
To pick out his grave 
I found the lot where they'd lay 
And then I drove 
To old man Ed Sutterton's place 
To find me some peace