Rosebay willowherb, syringes and glass
Grand Ole Opry this isn’t, alas
But in a Nudie suit six feet below
Lies a man who the world doesn’t know
Mmm – monumental masons
Even you wouldn’t know where to start
For beneath this broken headstone
There lies a broken heart

He never rested a Gretsch on his thigh
Seeing Nashville was pie in the sky
But in a pub in the West End of Rhyl
He was Hank, he was Roy, he was Bill
So let’s gather up our paraphernalia
And think on before wе depart
That beneath this brokеn headstone
There lies a broken heart

Oh, if that was me instead, Joan
A-mouldering in my dead zone
Would you fix this broken headstone
And cure my broken heart?