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The man who preached the funeral |
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Said it really was a simple way to die |
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He laid down to rest one afternoon |
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And never opened up his eyes |
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They hired me and |
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Fred and Joe |
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To dig the grave and carry up some chairs |
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It took us seven hours |
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And I guess, we must have drunk a case of beer |
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I guess, I ought to go and watch them put him down |
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But I don't own a suit |
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And anyway when they start talkin' about |
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The fire in hell, well, |
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I get spooked |
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So, I'll just sit here in my truck |
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And act like |
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I don't know him when they pass |
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Anyway, when they're all through |
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I've got to go to work and mow the grass |
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Well, here they come and who's that |
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Ridin' in that big ol' shiny limousine |
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Mmh! look at all that chrome, |
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I do believe |
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That that's the sharpest thing |
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I've seenThat must belong to his great uncle |
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Someone said, "He owned a big ol' farm" |
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When they get parked, |
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I'll mosey down |
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And look it over, that won't do no harm |
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Well, that must be the widow in the car |
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And would you take a look at that? |
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That sure is a pretty dress |
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You know, some women do look good in black |
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Well, he's not even in the ground |
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And they say that his truck is up for sale |
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They say, she took it pretty hard |
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But you can't tell too much behind the veil |
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Well, listen ain't that pretty |
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When the bugler plays the, ' |
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Military taps' |
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I think that when you's in the war |
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They always hide 'n' play a song like that |
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Well, here |
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I am and there they go |
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And I guess, you'd just call it my bad luck |
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I hope he rests in peace, the trouble is |
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The fellow owes me forty bucks |
