Mona mona
so much of you to love
too much of you to take care
of
mona mona
you got too big to keep
and too damn old to eat
When you where just a football
at your mama's side
I reckon everyone figured
you
for a bar-b-que when you died
and here i'm thinking about
you
lying underground
pushing up a pine tree in
my field
Oh mona mona
you can close your eyes
I've got a twelve gauge surprise
waiting for you
Since the day she passed away
everything's just the same
everywhere i go
somebody mentions her name
sometimes it's easiest to
tell
a friend a lie
they don't understand
the way i feel
Oh mona mona
so much of you to love
to much of you to take care
of
so long
Now she is gone and i am
left alone as you can see
but ever since i caused her
death
I do miss her company
Marco Giunco |
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