The Man  (Bill Monroe)

Dry your eyes, shed no tear
For my dear friends, a Big Mon walked here.
The heavenly  path so well he trod
To a place prepared, as he often sang
To meet his friends, his kin, his God.

His work was done
His mark was made
He left no shame, for man to tell
His debt was paid
Would that I could walk a tenth so well
By Joe Wages