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<strong>Making</strong> <strong>Your</strong> <strong>First</strong> <strong>Million</strong><br />
but not when they died. I stopped, confused <strong>and</strong> couldn't work it out. Till I came to<br />
another, <strong>and</strong> another, <strong>and</strong> another. And I worked out what it meant. These were graves<br />
waiting for the future occupants, who were walking around out there somewhere, to die.<br />
It blew me away. We drove back to Nashville in silence <strong>and</strong> I was inspired to write this<br />
ballad:<br />
Empty Grave (Bluegrass style to the tune <strong>of</strong> Dylan's "The Lonesome Death <strong>of</strong> Hattie<br />
Carroll")<br />
On the fourth <strong>of</strong> July in a Tennessee graveyard deep in the Appalachian hills<br />
Surrounded by cornfields <strong>and</strong> hay baled for winter I stopped to look at July the 4th fields<br />
Of flowers for remembrance, corn for the living, symmetrical rows <strong>of</strong> granite <strong>and</strong> beans<br />
Beans for the living, stones for remembering those who had fallen in Tennessee's dreams<br />
Take a look at the names chiseled in sunshine, familiar names from Murfreesboro's hills<br />
Hamby, Johnson, Sartain <strong>and</strong> Sutter, the granite's stutter <strong>of</strong> people who fell<br />
Hopes in the stone, peace ever after, rest in peace Walter Johnson died 1909<br />
Living <strong>and</strong> dying is this all it comes to? Living <strong>and</strong> dying in Tennessee time?<br />
And I suddenly dropped to my knees in the sunshine, a bullet <strong>of</strong> silver tore through my<br />
head<br />
And I read my own name on the tombstone on an empty grave for the not yet dead<br />
Take a look, you can see, my name on the tombstone, my name, when I's born but not<br />
when I died<br />
Oh I'm buried alive, my name on the tombstone, is this the Tennessee way that you die<br />
Day by day with each day chiseled deeper in granite, surrounded by corn, thous<strong>and</strong> miles<br />
from the sea<br />
Thirty miles from Murfreesboro's interstate freeway, set me free set me free from the<br />
grave set me free.<br />
For I think <strong>of</strong> the empty grave, <strong>and</strong> the promise it holds there for me.<br />
Take the stone, roll it away. Set me free from the grave set me free.<br />
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