Jaw harps and pine boxes
The day I chipped my tooth
Was the day she died
And Abby ran three miles
In record time
I hugged Dave
Like I had known him my entire life
I saw you in a suit
Ran my tongue over my broken tooth
A hillbilly at a funeral
In the back of the church
God came and found you again
Abby was still sweating
And I was trying to cry
Watching you age before your time
Feeling my tooth
Searching my crowded purse for the harp
Kneeling at her pine box
Pretty girls
Go to heaven
Pretty girls break the hearts
They leave behind
I felt my tooth one more time
Caught your eyes with mine
Abby took me to the car
To cry
About jaw harps and pine boxes
And growing up too soon