Epitaph (Black and Blue) - Kris Kristofferson

Her close friends have gathered.

Lord, ain’t it a shame

Grieving together

Sharing the blame.

But when she was dying

Lord, we let her down.

There’s no use cryin'

It can’t help her now.

The party’s all over

Drink up and go home.

It’s too late to love her

And leave her alone.

Just say she was someone

Lord, so far from home

Whose life was so lonesome

She died all alone

Who dreamed pretty dreams

That never came true

Lord, why was she born

So black and blue?

Oh, why was she born

So black and blue?