Death Of A Good Man Songtext
von Evan Bartels

On the east side of Nashville, I sat and got stoned With a man who
Never told me his name Said, "The death of a good man don′t really
Matter if he ain't got no friends or no kin." In ′04, my boy fought
In Fallujah Just like I went and fought back in 'Nam But I made it
Home Some bastard shot him and he died over there in the sand Said
"The cancer came back, oh, about a month ago After two years of
Leaving me alone And my wife passed back in December Since then
I've been here on my own" He spoke like a southern Baptist preacher
Sang like a Pentecostal choir Said he always done right by that
Woman And ain′t no man could call him a liar Some nights when his
Spirit got heavy He′d dream of that lost promised land Said it looked
Like back home in Virginia But he'll never see them old hills again
He said, "I blame it on the damn tobacco I blame it all on the booze And I blame it on the fella sitting up in heaven For giving me the
Right to choose" He said, "I reckon I′ll die on a Tuesday And I hope
The sun's gonna shine And I can′t take it with me So I drink it right
Here My whiskey, my beer and my wine" And he spoke like a southern
Baptist preacher Sang like a Pentecostal choir Said he always done
Right by his mama And ain't no man could call him a liar But some
Nights when his spirit got heavy He′d dream of that lost promised
Land Looked like back home in Virginia He said, "I'll never see them
Old hills again" And I'd sit at the bar while he′s talking Just like
Me and him was old friends And promised I′d always remember The life
Of a good man Now on the east side
Of Nashville I sit And I get stoned