The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die He laied down to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes They hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairs It took us seven hours and I guess we must've drunk a case of beer I guess I oughta go and watch them put him down but I don't own the suit And anyway when they start talkin' bout the fire and hell well I get spooked So I'll just sit here in my truck and act like I don't know him when they pass Anyway when they're all through I've got to go to work and mow the grass Well here they come and who's that ridin' in that big ole shiny limousine Look at all that chrome I do believe that that's the sharpest thing I've seen That must belong to his rich Uncle someone said he owned a great big farm When they get parked I'll mosey down and look it over that won't do no harm Well that must be the widow in the car and would you take a look at that That sure is a pretty dress you know some women do look good in black He's not even in the ground and they say that his track is up for sale They say she took it pretty hard but you can't tell too much behind a veil Well listen ain't that pretty when that bugler plays the military taps I think that when you's in the war they always hired and played a song like that Well here I am and there they go and I guess you'd just call it my bad luck I hope he'll rest in peace but trouble is that fellow owes me forty bucksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
