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DSomeday when it's all over,
And they Gcome to carry Dme.
And you're Bmwalkin' slow and wearin' black
With the Emrest of the familAy.
DAnd the choir stands to sing a song,
Make Gsure it's one of Dmine.
I had a fBmew more tunes
I wanted to write,
But EmI ran oAut of Dtime.
DSome I wrote for money, GSome I wrote for fDun.
Some I wrote and Bmthrew away, never sEmang to any Aone.
DOne I wrote for mama, and a Gcouple still aren't Dthrough.
DI've lost track of Bmall the rest, but the Emmost I wArote for Dyou.
That Dday when it's all over,
And you're Gsettin' all aloDne.
They'll Bmcome and ask you what you want.
To have Emwritten on my Astone.
DTell'em when I was born and died,
The Gyear and the Dday,
And Bmif there's room for something more
EmHere's what Ayou can Dsay.
DSome he wrote for money, GSome he wrote for fDun.
Some he wrote and threw away, never Emsang to any oAne.
DOne he wrote for his mama, and never Gfinished two or Dthree
DHe lost track of Bmall the rest, but the Emmost he Awrote for Dme
DHe lost track of Bmall the rest, but the Emmost he Awrote for Dme.
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