Pineola
Lucinda Williams Lyrics


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When Daddy told me what happened
I couldn't believe what he just said
Sonny shot himself with a 44
And they found him lyin' on his bed

I could not speak a single word
No tears streamed down my face
I just sat there on the living room couch
Starin' off into space

Mama and Daddy went over to the house
To see what had to be done
They took the sheets off of the bed
And they went to call someone

Some of us gathered at a friend's house
To help each other ease the pain
I just sat alone in a corner chair
I couldn't say much of anything

We drove on out to the country
His friends all stood around
Subiaco Cemetery
Is where we lay him down

I saw his mama, she was standin' there
His sister, she was there too
I saw them look at us standin' around the grave
And not a soul they knew

Born and raised in Pineola
His mama believed in the Pentecost
She got the preacher to say some words
So his soul wouldn't be lost

Some of us, we stood in silence
Some bowed their heads and prayed
I think I must've picked up a handful of dust
And let it fall over his grave





I think I must've picked up a handful of dust
And let it fall over his grave

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Lucinda Williams's song "Pineola" recount the story of a man named Sonny who killed himself with a 44. The singer of the song learns of Sonny's death from her father and is struck silent by the news. She watches as Sonny's family and friends deal with his loss and attend his funeral. The singer and the mourners gather at a friend's house to comfort each other, but the singer remains unable to say much of anything. The funeral takes place in the Subiaco Cemetery, where Sonny's mother has convinced the preacher to say some words, hoping to save her son's soul. The singer closes the song by saying that she picks up a handful of dust and lets it fall over Sonny's grave.


The lyrics of "Pineola" capture the sense of powerlessness and confusion that often accompanies grief. The singer is unable to express her feelings or help those around her. She watches as Sonny's family struggles to come to terms with his death, and she is reminded of the finality of death as they lay him to rest. The repetition of the phrase "I couldn't say much of anything" emphasizes the weight of the emotions that the singer and the other mourners are feeling.


Line by Line Meaning

When Daddy told me what happened
I was told by my father what had occurred


I couldn't believe what he just said
I couldn't comprehend the words that he had said


Sonny shot himself with a 44
Sonny used a .44 caliber gun to take his own life


And they found him lyin' on his bed
He was discovered laying on his bed


I could not speak a single word
I was unable to utter a sound


No tears streamed down my face
I didn't cry a single tear


I just sat there on the living room couch
I remained seated on the couch in the living room


Starin' off into space
I gazed absentmindedly into the void


Mama and Daddy went over to the house
My parents went to his residence


To see what had to be done
They went to assess the situation


They took the sheets off of the bed
They removed the bed sheets


And they went to call someone
They proceeded to contact someone


Some of us gathered at a friend's house
A group of us congregated at a friend's residence


To help each other ease the pain
To provide support and alleviate grief


I just sat alone in a corner chair
I was isolated, sitting in a solitary chair in the corner


I couldn't say much of anything
I was unable to articulate my thoughts or feelings


We drove on out to the country
We departed for a rural destination


His friends all stood around
His acquaintances encircled the area


Subiaco Cemetery
We arrived at Subiaco Cemetery


Is where we lay him down
We laid him to rest there


I saw his mama, she was standin' there
I witnessed his mother in attendance, standing there


His sister, she was there too
His sibling was also present


I saw them look at us standin' around the grave
I observed them gazing at all of us surrounding the burial site


And not a soul they knew
However, none of us were personal acquaintances of theirs


Born and raised in Pineola
His roots are in Pineola


His mama believed in the Pentecost
His mother had faith in the Pentecostal religion


She got the preacher to say some words
She requested that a minister speak some words


So his soul wouldn't be lost
To ensure his afterlife was not in peril


Some of us, we stood in silence
Several of us stood in mute, respectful silence


Some bowed their heads and prayed
Others lowered their heads in prayer


I think I must've picked up a handful of dust
I'm fairly certain I picked up a handful of dirt


And let it fall over his grave
And allowed it to drift down over his burial site


I think I must've picked up a handful of dust
I'm almost confident I picked up earth with my hand


And let it fall over his grave
And cast it over his final resting place




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LUCINDA WILLIAMS

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Tom Dempsey

Country music doesn't get more real than this.

Ed C

I would not call it Country. It is Southern Gothic.

Jason Conley

My God, Lucinda’s voice and a slide guitar

Jennie Hughes

Very much under appreciated. Or known to all that many .

Mojo Rider

incredible lyrics, great story telling based from real life, and great songwriting by Lucinda. This song always sends a chill thru me

José Luis Gracia Mosteo

Me encanta. I love Lucinda´s music. She is great.

flamencoprof

My brother lost a son about that time and this brings it back like a painting, pain fixed in time.

patricia S

Great poet, Frank Stanford, "The Battlefield Where The Moon Says I Love You," died much too soon. But not forgotten. Thanks, Lucinda, for this tribute to your friend.

Old guy

Nice lead guitar..He rocks...

NorbertEddy

A handful of dust; I just love all of this. Lucinda and the band at their greatest...

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