Standard (EADGBE)
Reverend Royal, Foggy eyes of California
The sun sleeps in the ditches too lazy to burn it off
With a name like Smokey Bill Long, just lucky like Errol,
At the rodeo you spend most of your time in the dirt
Staring at the seesaw face of Cornelia Williams
Staring back at you with a look that says shes gonna leave
Out there on the flat land, trying to lasso the dog
With your bob and weave smiling at you with your yellow teeth
Chorus
When things unravel shell be there with the needle
Its plain to see why theres two kinds of laughter in the world
Ive heard of robbin the cradle, never heard of robbin the grave
Things will unravel my darlin you can count the days
Trying to cross with the traffic light today
Fell in the gravel thats all normal now
Dressed in Amarillo to match your red eyes
A painful contrast the owner and the wife
Chorus
Everyone knows theres no humor in suicide
Everyone laughs when they dont know and wish you right by
Everyone knows theres no humor in suicide
Everyone laughs when they dont know and pass you right by