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Edmund Fitzgerald.
That's the first one that came to mind for me. Also Richard Corey, Cats in the Cradle,
[G] The cruel war is [Em] raging,
[Am] Johnny has to [G] fight I [C] long to be [Am]
with him, from [C] morning till [G] night

I want to be [Em] with him, it [Am]
grieves my heart [G] so Won't you
[C] let me come [Am] with you?
[C] No, my love [G] no

Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day
That your captain will call you and you must obey
Your captain will call you, it grieves my heart so
Won�t you let me come with you?
No, my love no
I'll tie back my hair, men's
clothing I'll put on

I'll pass for your comrade as we march along
I'll pass for your comrade, no one will ever know
Won't you let me come with you?
No, my love no

Oh Johnny,
oh Johnny, I feel you are unkind
I love you far better than all of mankind
I love you far better than words
can e�er express
Won't you let me come with you?
Yes, my love yes

They marched into battle, she never left his side
'Til a bullet shell struck her and love was denied
A bullet shell struck her, tears came to Johnny's eyes
As he knelt down beside her, she silently died 

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"My grandfather's clock", 

And one that hits home and makes me cry every time I hear it - Kathy Mattea "Who's gonna know (but me)"  
When I'm all that's left of this family of 3,
Who's going to know but me."