Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Yesterday as I was walking
I saw a sight that left me cold
A one car funeral procession
I met coming down the road
And I thought about the man that lay within
And where are all the people
That he once called friend
A one car funeral procession
It ain't might my deal of a fitting end
I said friend did you see
Now can you explain this thing to me
He said son you know it's not unusual
It's just a thing we call reality
And I thought about the man that lay within
And where are all the people
That he once called friend
A one car funeral procession
It ain't might my deal of a fitting end
And I said mama let me tell you now
About this thing that I have seen
She said son you know
You shouldn't bug me while I'm watching channel 17
There are things that happen everyday
And there's nothing you can do
Nothing you can say
You should know that a funeral procession
Is for the living anyway