James Taylor – Mona

Life's good friends are hard to find

And now one of mine is dead

The things I should have said to her

I shall say to you instead

Mona, Mona

So much of you to love

Too much of you to take care of

Mona, Mona

You got too big to keep

And too damn old to eat

When you where just a football

At your mama's side

I reckon everyone figured you

For a bar-b-que when you died

And here i'm thinking about you lying underground

Pushing up a pine tree in my field

Oh Mona, Mona

You can close your eyes

I've got a twelve gauge surprise

Waiting for you

Wince the day she passed away

Everything's just the same

Everywhere i go

Somebody mentions her name

Sometimes it's easiest to tell a friend a lie

'cause they don't understand the way i feel

Oh Mona, Mona

So much of you to love

Too much of you to take care of

So long

Now she is gone and i am left alone as you can see

But ever since i caused her death

I do miss her company