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