Conway Twitty Ballad of Forty Dollars Lyrics:
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 'em 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 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
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big ole shiny limousine Hmm look at all that
chrome I do believe that that's the sharpest thing
I've seen That must belong to his great uncle
someone said he owned a big ole 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 his track
is up for sale They say she took it pretty hard
but you can't tell too much behind a veil

Now listen ain't that pretty when the 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
call it my bad luck I hope he'll rest in peace but
trouble is that fellow owed me forty bucks
Lyrics: Ballad of Forty Dollars, Conway Twitty [end]