Forty miles west of Kansas City

Down a county road like a lonely soul

I see Sharon and I see Jack

It's me and roman weared in black,

Tell my bride to bury me in stull...



Don't be afraid,

Don't be afraid,

It's great



Thirty-seven seventeen - six miles to stull

In the dark I see the sign - six more miles to stull

I see Sharon and I see Jack

It's me and roman dressed in black,

Tell my bride to bury me in stull...



Don't be afraid,

Don't be afraid,

It's great



Sixty-five, fifty, forty-four, thirty miles to go

In the night I see the sign - six miles to stull

Forty miles west of Kansas City

She said that she had come in white to meet me

I see Sharon and I see Jack

It's me and roman weared in black,

Tell my bride to bury me in stull...



Don't be afraid,

Don't be afraid,

It's great