The Ballad of Larry Webb

He never missed a day of work, always had a kind word Four buttons on a worn out shirt, but neatly cleaned and pressed
 He couldn't read or write, but never failed to see a sight or hear a sound.
 A triumph in this life to watched it all go by - with a smile
 All that is, all that will be, all we have is each other
 His son died young his daughter as deaf as stone.
 His castle a shotgun house an easy chair his throne He'd work from day to night and in the evening he'd feel its bite of pain
 But every sunrise he'd greet it all with open arms and love - for all that is.
 All that is, all that will be, all we have is each other
 Many thought him simple but so few see the truth
 So loud we live that we can't feel the glory anymore
 And then I heard he died but all I could feel was the joy, oh the joy
 All that is, all that has been, all we have is each other
 All that is, all that will be, all we have is each other