Undertaker's Blues

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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Published 6/3/00.

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