Did you ever go to help a friend
and something un expected did begin?
I was down in southern  Illinois,
working on a mobile home when I heard a noise.
It was that death shriek that one makes,
with the final breath that he or she takes.
A poor young man fell off of a grain elevator bin,
and plummeted over eighty feet to where they drove trucks in.
My friend Dee saw him go over the edge and jumped in her car.
She drove to the scene it wasn't very far.
Hoping she could help or do something for the young man,
but the laws of gravity had foiled her plan.
It seems like death always follows me,
no matter where I'm at it's there to see.
A few weeks later I was in my home town
talking to all of my friends around.
I was at the towns yearly reunion with old friends to greet,
when I saw a young lady that looked kind of sweet.
I mentioned something about being in the other town,
only to find out it was her boy friend that had fallen down.