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Three, four
This world is a circus and people love a clown
So you better entertain 'em if you wanna win the crowd
There's no parade or protests for callouses on hands
Sunday attendance and doin' what you can
Why do the best men restin' in unmarked graves?
Why do the good ones never find the front page?
I can't help but thinkin' now if that's the case
I'll be lucky when I go if no one knows my name
My grandfather was simple, he gave more than he took
There's no better man than Jesus, and He never wrote a book
The odds are when I go, it probably won't leave much
But honey, I loved you so, and I hope that's enough
Why do the best men restin' in unmarked graves?
Why do the good ones never find the front page?
I can't help but thinkin' now if that's the case
I'll be lucky when I go if no one knows my name
Why do the best men restin' in unmarked graves?
Why do the good ones never find the front page
I can't help but thinkin' now if that's the case
I'll be lucky when I go if no one knows my name