Lyrics
This is where my father lays
deep in divine sleep
This is where my mother prays
for the soul of her lost sheep
and this is where I shot a man for looking at me wrong
I can hear my mother weeping all night long
Here is where I made her proud
the memory never fades
Her tears that day were freed by joy
Her words were filled with praise
then they brought me my last meal
her famous specialty
but they made it wrong
too dry, too cold, and too hard
