Dedicated to my long lost and gone friend, H.Z.

Well, I think I finally found me a sure-fire way to forget;
It’s so simple, I’m surprised I hadn’t done thought of it before yet.
It’s foolproof well it’s foolhardy, maybe, but who knows —
Anyway, here I am, walkin’ down toward where the cold, dark water flows.
All it takes is…

One dyin’ and a buryin’, one dyin’ and a buryin’
Some cryin’, six carryin’ me, I wanta to be free.

Oh-ho, I wanta be free, free from all this heartache and regret,
And free from pinin’ for the love I can’t forget.
The love that once was warm and then just somehow turned to hate,
Made my life a prison from which there’s only one escape
That’s…

One dyin’ and a buryin’, one dyin’ and a buryin’
Some cryin’, six carryin’ me, I wanta to be free.
One dyin’ and a buryin’, one dyin’ and a buryin’
Some cryin’, six carryin’ me… I wanta to be free.

Artist: Roger Miller
Album: Golden Hits
Release Date: 1965
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