Don't you hear the church bells
tollin'?
Well, a triflin' man is dead;
Mama caught him out steamrollin',
Shot that rascal through the head.
Six pall bearers take him on his
last go 'round,
Six pall bearers take him on his
last go 'round,
Gonna place him 'neath six feet
of ground.
Cemetary sure is one more lonesone
place,
Cemetary sure is one more lonesome
place,
When you're dead, they throw dirt
in your face.
I can't cry, ain't gonna even dress
in black,
I can't cry, ain't gonna even dress
in black,
'Cause for good that he ain't comin'
back.
Bought him flowers, laid 'em at
my good man's head,
Bought him flowers, laid 'em at
my good man's head,
He can't smell 'em, 'cause he's
surely dead.
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