Flash Company mentioned one of my all-time favorite tearjerker songs, the very antithesis of have a Zip-a-dee-doo-dah day.

ONE DYIN' AND A BURYIN'

Well, I think I finally found me a sure-fire way to forget
It's so simple, I'm surprised I hadn't done thought of it before yet
It's foolproof - well, it's foolhardy, maybe, but who knows
Anyway, here I am walking toward where the cold dark water flows
Cos all it takes is:

One dying and a buryin'
One dying and a buryin'
Some crying
Six carrying me
I wanna be free

Oh...I wanna be free
Free from all this heartache and regret
And free from pining for the love I can't forget
The love that once was warm and then just somehow turned to hate
Made my life a prison from which there's only one escape
And that's:

One dying and a buryin'
One dying and a buryin'
Some cryin'
Six carryin' me
I wanna be free

One dying and a buryin'
One dying and a buryin'
Some cryin'
Six carryin' me
I wanna be free


Debut Date:    07/24/65
Peak Position: 10 Pop Pos: 34
Weeks Charted: 12
Source: Joel Whitburn's Top Country Singles 1944-1993 Billboard

Roger Miller, vocalist/humorist/guitarist/composer/songwriter/drummer, was once a fine fiddler. A lifelong smoker, he died of cancer on 10/25/92.

I am listening to the song now and the following line always makes me ponder about life, love, hate, and loss:

"The love that once was warm and then just somehow turned to 'hate'"

So true, but how is it possible for that to happen? If you have ever experienced that aspect of lost love then you can empathize with the lyrical phrase. I guess it is just another one of life's great conundrums…

Roger Miller's Official Website

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