Mona James Taylor

Life's good friends are hard to find
And now one of mine is dead
The things I should have said to her
I shall say to you instead

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

Wince 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
'cause they don't understand the way i feel

Oh Mona, Mona
So much of you to love
Too 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

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