Down To It

It's 1889 and it's a dreary valentine's day
There's 500 pounds of bacon out back and the undertaker's on his way
With his big black wagon and his horses to take my husband away
He's out in the well house his two oldest see him and I can't look away
Don't know what to say, I hope that wagon gets here today

Pigs are slaughtered fields plowed store is stocked for Spring
He's dead at 38 years old no one can say a thing
What am I supposed to do with this farm store and land
My brother in law he's taking over meanwhile my youngest three cannot understand
They've never seen a dead man much less their dad

When it all comes down to it we're really all alone
Dreams get buried in the ground and life just keeps going on
Life just keeps rolling on

I never knew my daddy no picture on the wall
Mama told us so many things he was so brave and so tall
Dad never came back from the war his body was never found
In Virginia where we've never been that's where the battle went down
Where the civil war battle had to go down

Momma cried in the dark sometimes my older sister too
I didn't cry I never understood what I should do
How to feel about the first thing taken away when I was born
Since that day seems black is the main color I have worn
Losing everybody since the day I was born

When it all comes down to it we're really all alone
Dreams get buried in the ground and life just keeps going on
Life just keeps rolling on