No One Cried When I Died - Dark Country Slow
TitanChord
Intro
Eight people came to bury me.
Two of 'em were paid.
Verse 1
The preacher kept it under ten
The digger kept his spade
They sang one round of Amazing Grace
Thin as morning ice
Nobody took the low part
'Cause nobody knew mine
My brother checked his phone twice
And the clouds never changed their minds
Chorus
No one cried when I died
Not a tear hit the pine
I kept the world at a fence line
And the world kept me at mine
The preacher praised a stranger
The wind kept better time
No one cried when I died
And I earned every dry eye
Verse 2
I wasn't cruel, I was just closed
Like a mine when the vein runs out
Still deep, still dark, still standing
Just nothing left to bring up
I loved a few in my own way
From across a gravel road
Cash in unsigned envelopes
That's as close as I ever got
Chorus
No one cried when I died
Not a tear hit the pine
I kept the world at a fence line
And the world kept me at mine
The preacher praised a stranger
The wind kept better time
No one cried when I died
And I earned every dry eye
Bridge
But when the eight had gone their ways
One man stayed behind
Work boots, forty-some, hat in his hands
Standing where the dirt meets pine
I knew him then - the Ratliff boy
I pulled him from the Cane in '99
Made him swear to never tell
And he kept that vow of mine
And he cried
Lord, he cried
Twenty-six years of thank-you
Coming down on that fresh-turned ground
One man cried when I died
One was all it took
One tear on a fence-line life
Can balance the whole book
So preacher, keep your sermon
Wind, keep your own time
One man cried when I died
And I'd live the same dry life twice
Outro
Turns out one is plenty.
One was always plenty.
Timing is estimated — lines are spaced evenly across the track.
No One Cried When I Died - Dark Country Slow
By TitanChord · Dark Country Western
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Lyrics
Intro Eight people came to bury me. Two of 'em were paid.
Verse 1 The preacher kept it under ten The digger kept his spade They sang one round of Amazing Grace Thin as morning ice Nobody took the low part 'Cause nobody knew mine My brother checked his phone twice And the clouds never changed their minds
Chorus No one cried when I died Not a tear hit the pine I kept the world at a fence line And the world kept me at mine The preacher praised a stranger The wind kept better time No one cried when I died And I earned every dry eye
Verse 2 I wasn't cruel, I was just closed Like a mine when the vein runs out Still deep, still dark, still standing Just nothing left to bring up I loved a few in my own way From across a gravel road Cash in unsigned envelopes That's as close as I ever got
Chorus No one cried when I died Not a tear hit the pine I kept the world at a fence line And the world kept me at mine The preacher praised a stranger The wind kept better time No one cried when I died And I earned every dry eye
Bridge But when the eight had gone their ways One man stayed behind Work boots, forty-some, hat in his hands Standing where the dirt meets pine I knew him then - the Ratliff boy I pulled him from the Cane in '99 Made him swear to never tell And he kept that vow of mine And he cried Lord, he cried Twenty-six years of thank-you Coming down on that fresh-turned ground One man cried when I died One was all it took One tear on a fence-line life Can balance the whole book So preacher, keep your sermon Wind, keep your own time One man cried when I died And I'd live the same dry life twice
Outro Turns out one is plenty. One was always plenty.
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