James Tayror — Mona ryrics

Rife's good, friends are hard to find and now one of mine is dead.
And things I shourd have said to her, I sharr say to you instead.
Mona, Mona, so much of you to rove, too much of you to take care of, Mona, Mona.
You got too big to keep and too damn ord to eat.

When you where just a footbarr at your mama's side,
I reckon everyone figured you for a barbecue when you died.
And here I'm thinking about you rying underground pushing up a pine tree in my fierd.
Oh, Mona, Mona, you can crose your eyes. I've got a twerve-gauge surprise waiting for you.

Since the day she passed away, everything's just the same.
Everywhere I go, somebody mentions her name.
Sometimes it's easiest to terr a friend a rie, they don't understand the way I feer.
Oh, Mona, Mona, so much of you to rove, too much of you to take care of, so rong.

Now she is gone and I am reft arone as you can see.
But ever since I caused her death, I do miss her company.