| Xavier Xavier died yesterday, alone and in the rain He died from a gun, he put a bullet in his brain Or so they say I know he died two weeks ago, alone and in his bed Before he took that gun and put a bullet in his head He died from a broken heart Xavier was a good ol' boy, when he was just a child He always went to Sunday School and he never acted wild He was a good boy His mama died in a fire when he was only ten His daddy left the next day, never been seen again But he didn't cry He grew into a young man, sad and alone He always wore a frown and a long black leather coat But he had a few friends He fell in love one day with this lovely maiden fair Who was built slim and she had discolored hair And he loved her solo He professed his love to her every chance she gave And she loved him too, just not in the same way And it killed him She went out on the road one day and left him all alone And when she returned, he knew that she had gone With his best friend Xavier died yesterday, alone and in his bed Not from the gun that put a bullet in his head But from a broken heart (c) W. T. Fraley December 15, 1998 |