The night before we always died
In morning light we survived
'Cause we lived a lot and loved a lot
And drank a lot and fought

She wears my ring, in the grave, in the grave
She wears my ring, in the grave, in the grave

Her mouth is cold her bones are dry
I'll kiss her on the day I die
So I touch myself cause I'm touched by you
And the memories remain

She wears my ring, in the grave, in the grave
She wears my ring, in the grave, in the grave

Time has run the river dry
I fill it with the tears I cry
'Cause we lived a lot and loved a lot
And drank a lot and fought

She wears my ring, in the grave, in the grave
She wears my ring, in the grave, in the grave

Copyright: HOUSE OF BRYANT PUBLICATIONS
Writer(s): BOUDLEAUX BRYANT, FELICE BRYANT