This old dead stone
marks these old dead bones
Upon the crest of grassy knoll
Sits this old crust stone.
It’s heading reads

“Over hills across the plains
Till I found the rivers depths
I left my dear Tennessee,
for the road and dusty trail.

Till at golden shores
I found my sights upon the sea
so swam its length
From shore to shore
And traveled dirt
till bone and breath had broke.

They laid me down
To find my way.
Now this body lies
but still I roam."

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