Typo on the tombstone

We cried hard as a family 
When my momma died. 
Despite my bad baddy. 
She always tried. 

His rage and his whiskey
Sent her to her grave 
Made hell of her lifetime 
By the way he behaved. 

He put a typo on her tombstone 
His final act
 he was a coward and a rascal
And that’s just a fact

Her put a typo on her tombstone
Her maiden name 
Wasn’t enough to just kill her
He tried to shroud her in shame

But she’s laughing down from heaven 
At that lonesome man
She’s started learning what he
Don’t understand 

Life’s full of typos from
Beginning to end 
the mistakes we make we can
Tell to our friends. 

Theirs a typo on her tombstone and
She doesn’t care
The essence of a typo is
Gets fixed in the end. 

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