Beneath This Broken Headstone

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 we depart That beneath this broken headstone There lies a broken heart (Oooh – oooh) Oh, if that was me instead, Joan A-mouldering in my dead zone Would you fix this broken headstone And cure my broken heart?