Standing around you could feel them whisper
That they always had been right
And now happened what they needed,
The day you died

And there were tears for the tunes,
That the organ played
And there were tears for the words,
That the preacher said

I remember when they first started hatin' you
It was the day they found out,
They were never gonna get on through
And all the stories meant to scare,
They had no effect on you

'Cause you were:
Too free in your ways, unlike the rest
Too free in your ways and it couldn't last