The Back Row

There's his brother
Oh, you know he never liked me
And he made no bones about it with the family
There's his mother, Lord, I hope this doesn't kill her
It'll be a colder winter without her baby
Nobody even called to tell me
He was just about to leave
Everything I put behind me
Is laying right in front of me
Surrounded by roses and friends
And I'm just sittin' on the back row
Losing him all over again
There's the preacher
Oh, you know he's heard it all
From wedding vows to I'm walking out
He's gonna read Psalms 119
Thy words a lamp unto my feet
Without a doubt, that was his favorite
We both turned away some from that life
That's why they kept me from telling him goodbye
Everything I put behind me
Is laying right in front of me
Surrounded by roses and friends
And I'm just sittin' on the back row
Losing him all over again
I'm just holdin' on
All alone on the back
Losing him all over again



Credits
Writer(s): Leslie Satcher, Marcus Johnson
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