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 have 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 And ayway
when they're all through I've got to go to work
and mow the grass

Well here they come and who's that riding in that
big ol' shiny limousine Look at all that chrome I
do believe that that's the sharpest thing I've
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said he owned a big ol' 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
But he's not even in the ground and they say 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 the bugler
plays the military taps I think that when you's in
the war they always hide and play a song like that
Well here I am and there they go and I guess you'd
call it my bad luck I hope he'll rest in peace but
trouble is the fellow owed me forty bucks