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Pineola Lyrics
When Daddy told me what happened
I couldn't believe what he just said
Sonny shot himself with a .44 and they found him lyin on his bed
I could not speak a single world no tears streamed down my face
I just sat there on the living room couch staring off into space
Momma and Daddy went over to the house to see what had to be done
They took the sheets off of the bed and they went to call someone
Some of us gathered at a friend's house to help each other ease the pain
I just sat alone in a corner chair I couldn't say much of anything
We drove out to the country
His friends all stoof around
Subiaco Cemetery is where we lay him down
I saw his momma, she was standing there his sister she was there too
I saw them look at us standing around the grave and not a soul they knew
Born and raised in Pineola his momma believed in the Pentecost
She got the breacher to say some words so his soul wouldn't get lost
Some of us we stood in silence some bowed their heads and prayed
I think I must've picked up a hand full of dust and let it fall over his grave
I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his grave
I couldn't believe what he just said
Sonny shot himself with a .44 and they found him lyin on his bed
I could not speak a single world no tears streamed down my face
I just sat there on the living room couch staring off into space
Momma and Daddy went over to the house to see what had to be done
They took the sheets off of the bed and they went to call someone
Some of us gathered at a friend's house to help each other ease the pain
I just sat alone in a corner chair I couldn't say much of anything
We drove out to the country
His friends all stoof around
Subiaco Cemetery is where we lay him down
I saw his momma, she was standing there his sister she was there too
I saw them look at us standing around the grave and not a soul they knew
Born and raised in Pineola his momma believed in the Pentecost
She got the breacher to say some words so his soul wouldn't get lost
Some of us we stood in silence some bowed their heads and prayed
I think I must've picked up a hand full of dust and let it fall over his grave
I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his grave
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There's not much to explain here. "Sonny" was Frank Sanford a poet Lucinda knew in Austin who committed suicide in the early-1990s.
@landfillpoet Frank Stanford, with a "t". He died June 3, 1978 btw.
@landfillpoet Frank Stanford, with a "t". He died June 3, 1978 btw.
This song is very sad. Suicide is a tough topic and leaves so many friends and family left behind. I had heard somewhere that this is about a guy who was a student of Lucinda's father. I'm surprised that she would write such a personal song. I'm sure it's hard to expose your emotions so barely.