His name is Jacob… Jacob Corby
From Albertine West Virginia, apartment 2 – 0 – 3.
He’s a gravedigger… doesn’t make that much
He’s got no education, and he’s mostly out of touch
In his pocket is a picture of his wife
Taken two weeks before cancer took her life
Now she’s gone, yeah… her spirit is a satellite.
She’s wandering around, the universe tonight.
Brother Daniel… well, he gave his life to Christ
Then he moved to Maine to start a new life
Jacob wanders, a sense of doubt always in his mind
He used to talk to God, but Jacob never heard a reply
CHORUS He’s lost the way… yeah, he’s lost the way…
Father Corby, was a man who drank too much
That dreadful disease was passed down to his son
Jacob wonders… wonders why he’s even alive
With everything shot to hell… how can anyone survive?
Daniel never visits, and Jacob doesn’t like to fly
Won’t set foot near an airport, but Jacob still likes to get high
It’s a shame, yeah it’s such a shame but that’s the way things go.
Families come undone, and humanity unfolds.
CHORUS They’ve lost the way… yeah, they’ve lost the way…
Jacob was bitter, he was tired of his life
With more thorns than roses, he turned to suicide
He died in piece, no one ever heard the gun
The Devil’s tug of war was over, and it looks like the Devil won.
Jacob always said, “You gotta do what you gotta do…
Before someone comes along and pushes the dirt over you.”
It seems wrong, yeah it seems wrong and it seems too soon (E sus4)
But it’s certain once Death puts his black eyes on you.
Now he’s gone, did God overlook this man, how could anyone make it right?
Now he’s gone, yeah his spirit is a satellite, wandering around the universe tonight.
Sunday – rain pouring down on the graves
And the foreman pulls the backhoe up again
To the plot where some pour soul will lay
The gravedigger… won’t be diggin’ no more graves.
Lyrics, Music & Arrangement By: © 2001 Jeremy J. dePrisco ASCAP