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