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Some I Wrote
Someday when it's all over and they come to carry me
And you're walkin' slow and wearin' black with the rest of the family
And the choir stands to sing a song, make sure it's one of mine
I have a few more tunes that I wanted to write, but I ran out of time
Some I wrote for money, some I wrote for fun
Some I wrote and threw away, and never sang to any one
One I wrote for mama and a couple still aren't through
I've lost track of all the rest, but the most I wrote for you
That day when it's all over and you're sittin' all alone
They'll call and ask you what you want to have written on my stone
Tell 'em when I was born and died, the year and the day
And if there's room for something more here's what you can say
"Some he wrote for money, some he wrote for fun
Some he wrote and threw away, and never sang to any one
One he wrote for his mama and never finished two or three
He lost track of all the rest, but the most he wrote for me"
Yeah, some I wrote for money, some I wrote for fun
Some I wrote and threw away, and never sang to any one
One I wrote for mama and a couple still aren't through
I've lost track of all the rest, but the most I wrote for you
Yeah, I've lost track of all the rest, but the most I wrote for you
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Yeah, I've lost track of all the rest, but the most I wrote for you
I've lost track of all the rest, but the most I wrote for you
One I wrote for mama and a couple still aren't through
Some I wrote and threw away, and never sang to any one
Yeah, some I wrote for money, some I wrote for fun
He lost track of all the rest, but the most he wrote for me"
One he wrote for his mama and never finished two or three
Some he wrote and threw away, and never sang to any one
"Some he wrote for money, some he wrote for fun
And if there's room for something more here's what you can say
Tell 'em when I was born and died, the year and the day
They'll call and ask you what you want to have written on my stone
That day when it's all over and you're sittin' all alone
I've lost track of all the rest, but the most I wrote for you
One I wrote for mama and a couple still aren't through
Some I wrote and threw away, and never sang to any one
Some I wrote for money, some I wrote for fun
I have a few more tunes that I wanted to write, but I ran out of time
And the choir stands to sing a song, make sure it's one of mine
And you're walkin' slow and wearin' black with the rest of the family
Someday when it's all over and they come to carry me
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