Max Stalling - Saddest Song Ever
[G]In 96' we laid babe to rest [Bm]Really she laid herself
[Am]We just bought the hole for her And a [D]backhoe did it's best
To [G]drown our a silence That [Bm]each one of us felt
That old [Am]mare with the matted hair And [D]gate as smooth as s[G]ilk
Babe was just a vestige Of childhood on my spurs
It's hard to look that in the face And have a thing to say
Now theres no need to close the gaps To keep the fences fixed
There's nothing much left for getting out since the year of 96'
[C]Oh there's a [D]hole in the [G]moon sometimes
[C]Through it I [D]see were I've [G]been
And [C]where I've [D]been is [C]where I am [D]going [G]again
Good jobs called us kids away And hard times got the town
Only major holidays And funerals brought us round
Mistole got the climbing tree And a falling branch took the barn
Shined old babes saddle up But didn't know what for
Chorus
Spoken---
Sometimes you had to trick that old mare
With one hand holding the bridal behind your back
The other one offereing up some sugar cubes
And that memory is just as sharp edged and sweet
And one that I hope I never loose
But once you got her bridaled
She'd take you anywhere on those 50 acres
As your imagination could create
Arn't all our best memorys like that
Illusive and sweet yet waiting at the gate
Sunsets here were just as pretty As they ever were back then
But somehow seem more poinent In light of how things have been
Lawyer says it's all real clear The house the land the will
I hear that harold Johnsons Got a colt he'd like to sell
Chorus
[G]In 96' we laid babe to rest [Bm]Really she laid herself
[Am]We just bought the hole for her And a [D]backhoe did it's best
To [G]drown our a silence That [Bm]each one of us felt
That old [Am]mare with the matted hair And [D]gate as smooth as s[G]ilk
Babe was just a vestige Of childhood on my spurs
It's hard to look that in the face And have a thing to say
Now theres no need to close the gaps To keep the fences fixed
There's nothing much left for getting out since the year of 96'
[C]Oh there's a [D]hole in the [G]moon sometimes
[C]Through it I [D]see were I've [G]been
And [C]where I've [D]been is [C]where I am [D]going [G]again
Good jobs called us kids away And hard times got the town
Only major holidays And funerals brought us round
Mistole got the climbing tree And a falling branch took the barn
Shined old babes saddle up But didn't know what for
Chorus
Spoken---
Sometimes you had to trick that old mare
With one hand holding the bridal behind your back
The other one offereing up some sugar cubes
And that memory is just as sharp edged and sweet
And one that I hope I never loose
But once you got her bridaled
She'd take you anywhere on those 50 acres
As your imagination could create
Arn't all our best memorys like that
Illusive and sweet yet waiting at the gate
Sunsets here were just as pretty As they ever were back then
But somehow seem more poinent In light of how things have been
Lawyer says it's all real clear The house the land the will
I hear that harold Johnsons Got a colt he'd like to sell
Chorus
