Mel Tillis Ballad of Forty Dollars Lyrics:
The man who preached the funeral said it really
was a simple way to die He laied 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' about 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 Here they
come and who's that ridin' in that big ole shiny
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limousine Look at all that chrome I do believe
that's the sharpest thing I've seen That must
belong to his rich 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 that his track is up for
sale They say she took it pretty hard but you
can't tell too much behind a veil 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 just call
it my bad luck I hope he'll rest in peace but
trouble is that fellow owes me forty bucks
Lyrics: Ballad of Forty Dollars, Mel Tillis [end]