Epitaph (Black and Blue)

Her close friends have gathered

Lord, ain't it a shame?

Grieving together

Sharing the blameBut when she was dying

Lord, we let her down

There's no use cryin'

It can't help her nowThe party's all over

Drink up and go home

It's too late to love her

And leave her aloneJust say she was someone

Lord, so far from home

Whose life was so lonesome

She died all aloneWho 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?