Stuck beneath an avalanche The air is running out Gnawing on my blackened tongue My struggle shall soon be done Thinking of my brown eyed Lil Sitting by the fire Combing through her curly black hair Without a single care Avalanche, avalanche You killed me Wish I had a fountain pen To write my will Should've wrote it long ago But when death comes, you never know Useful things I should've done Instead of laying around So much squandered, so much lost I finally learned the terrible cost Avalanche, avalanche You killed me Oh my poor and ugly wife You bore so much Never one kind word from me Nor no gentle touch Always ornery, always sour Spitting on the bible Picking fights with holy men I won 'em all, but to what end? Avalanche, avalanche You killed me