Well there's cars on the driveway as you turn into the yard, The casket's in the living room, you look away and swallow hard. Someone hands you a bottle, and you don't know who they are. Ain't it funny how you used to know everybody in these parts. And you hardly knew the dead man, though you spoke a time or to two. He had a wife and two small children, and he lived just like you do. Chorus: