When Your Life Burns Down, Hit The Ground Running

Momma drank the whiskey, now she's passed out cold. Daddy's out looking for a hand to hold. They both always warned you, don't play with fire now the bed that you're sleeping in's your funeral pyre. Six little graves in a neat little row that the forest swallowed up, long long ago. There was no one there to hear the screaming town was too far out to see the smoke. Dear little child, fire claimed your body. We still don't know who claimed your soul. Daddy came home, late for the party took what he could and left in a hurry. Got a saddle on the horse before the flames hit the barn, left, fire to his back, a new woman on his arm. Six little graves in a neat little row that the forest swallowed up, long long ago. No one was around to hear any screaming town was too far out to see the smoke Dear little child, fire claimed your body We still don't know who claimed your soul. When daddy's life burned down he took off fast I'd do the same and I'd never look back. You were easy to forget but I'll always remember though you're tangled up in vines near the bend in the river. Now you're just six little graves in a neat little row, that the forest swallowed whole, long long ago.