Bucket & the Rag

Baby's gone she ain't comin' back Hand me the bucket and the rag A train it rolls on down the track Hand me the bucket and the rag Lonelyness is a heavy kind of chain It's a heavy kind of chain to drag Clouds a-gather and it's fixing to rain Hand me the bucket and the rag A tree falls in the forest And there's noone around There's noone around to hear a branch crack So the heart it breaks without a sound Hand me the bucket and the rag They say life goes on The planets they still revolve around the sun The sun it still grows Everybody know In six billion years it will implode Baby's gone she ain't comin' back Hand me the bucket and the rag Train still rolls on down the track Hand me the bucket and the rag