Lyrics

It was (F)just an oth er sto ry, print ed (Dm)on the sec ond page

Did he lose und er neath the Tig ers foot ball score.

It said (F)he was on ly eight een,

a (Dm)boy a bout my age.

They found him see face down on his bed room (Csus)floor.

There’ll be (Dm)serv ic es on Fri day at the (Am)Law rence Fu ner’l Home,

I then (Bb)out on Moores ville high way but they’ll (F)lay him ’neath the stone.

How do you (C)get that lone ly?

How do you (C)hurt that bad,

to make you make the call

that hav in’ no life at all

is bet ter than the (Bb)life that you had?

How do you (C)feel so emp ty

you wan na (F)let it all (Gm9)go?

How do you (C)get that lone ly

and (C)no bod y knows?

Did his (F)girl friend break up with him, did he (Dm)buy or steal that gun?

Did he lose the fight neath with drugs or al co hol?

Did his (F)mom and dad dy for get

to (Dm)say, “I love you, son.”

Did no one see the down writ ing on the (Csus)wall?

I’m not (Dm)blam in’ an y bod y, we all (Am)do the best we can.

I know (Bb)hind sight’s twen ty twen ty, but I (F)still don’t un der stand.