NEATH A COLD GRAY TOMB OF STONE. WRITERS HANK WILLIAMS, MEL FOREE. Passing by a lonesome graveyard. Everything I love is gone. Weeping as they lay my darling.
Standin' by, a lonesome graveyard, everything I love is gone,. Weeping as, they lay my darlin',. 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone.... . In this world, I'm left to wander, with no one to call my own..