From the Cradle to the Grave - Dale Watson

I knew a man that took his life

He couldn’t take losing his wife

It’ll cross your mind somewhere along the way

At least one time from the cradle to the grave

From that first step we learn to fall

We hit our knees and then begin to crawl

Through the years that lesson comes in ways

Familiar tears from the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave

In and in again

We all reach the same fate

From the cradle to the grave

In between is make or break

We decide to give or take

All we really are, are the memory’s that we make

And leave behind from the cradle to the grave