Paul and Ginny drowned on Sunday
In nine phases of losing life
No witness behind the waves
Only blue eyes radiate light
The king tide still covers the highway
Though the swell faded overnight
Go down and look at it sideways
See the new moon paint the new design
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
My friend Grey played the bass
With a bad mister, Michael H
It was a private party thing
In a barn somewhere fancy way upstate
A hog head hung above the stage
Mike said, "Grey baby, you know what to do"
Once the music started moving
That hog head starting moving too
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
One of Charlie Peevy's early memories
Was his daddy drinking in the afternoon
Playing poker in the kitchen
With a wild bunch of cuero dudes
As mama locked an upstairs bedroom
Climbed out the window with Charlie around her neck
Down the trellis of roses
She was bleeding all over as they snuck around the back
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
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