I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove To have me a woman that I can't control
Your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold Your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold You're just getting ready for some cypress grove
Well the old people they try to tell me, but I never did know The old people they try to tell me, but Lord I never did know "The good book is sure gonna tell you, you got to reap what you sow"
"Enough" I told you, "I know I'd been lying" "Enough" I told you, told you "I know I'd been lying" Come through me, now I'm dying
I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground Than be way up here, and let you throw me down
Take back what you give, take back, that's all so hard to live Take back what you give, take back what you give, that's so hard to live We're going
I'd rather be lying in some more cypress groveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
