| Hard Row To Hoe (Stacy Grubb, Fiddle Fudd, BMI) I wrote your name on an old ragdoll And I put it in a pine box, I put it in a pine box I raised your ring, saw it shimmer in the sun Then I gave it a long toss, I gave it a long toss Chorus 1: Oh, where shall I bury your awful memory? Baby, I'm ready to let you go You did some damage, but you won't be the death of me 'Cause bein' without you ain't such a hard row to hoe Bein' without you ain't such a hard row to hoe I dug a little hole way back in the woods Where the sun never shines, Where the sun never shines Left all we had like a planted seed of wood In a grave beneath the pines, In a grave beneath the pines Chorus 2: And Baby, I buried every awful memory God knows I was ready to let you go You did some damage, but you won't be the death of me 'Cause bein' without you ain't such a hard row to hoe Bein' without you ain't such a hard row to hoe |
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