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Chorus
Not all the dead are buried
Not all the lost are found
Not every debt is settled
When you’re six feet underground
First Verse
She met him in the springtime
It was 1959
The Texas summer melted
Into cotton-pickin’ time
His smile, it filled the room
His laugh, it melted frowns
She was seventeen, west Texas Queen
He promised her the Crown
Chorus
Not all the dead are buried
Not all the lost are found
Not every debt is settled
When you’re six feet underground
Second Verse
They married in the winter
But they moved away that Spring
Anxious for the promise
A brand new life would bring
A stone’s throw east to Abilene
The place where I was born
The dust had barely settled
When our little clan was gone
Chorus
Not all the dead are buried
Not all the lost are found
Not every debt is settled
When you’re six feet underground
Third Verse
Off to Mississippi
Or was it Louisiana
Both but in which order?
While he preached, she played piano
A quarter-century here and there
He was fixing cars and saying prayers
Another son, two daughters
Of the hardships, unaware
The wake is finally over
She sits beside him but alone
“You promised not to leave me,
Now, look at you, you’re gone”
She met him in the springtime
It was 1959
The Texas summer melted
Into cotton-pickin’ time
Chorus
Not all the dead are buried
Not all the lost are found
Not every debt is settled
When you’re six feet underground
