Verse 1:
The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way
to die
He laid 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
Verse
2:
I guess I ought to go and watch them put him down but I don't own a suit
And anyway when they start talking about the fire in 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
Verse 3:
Well here they come and who's that riding in that big old shiny
limousine?
Look at all that chrome; I do believe that that's the sharpest
thing I've seen
It must belong to his great uncle; someone said he owns a
big old farm
When they get parked, I'll mosey down and look it over, that
won't don not harm
Verse 4:
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 truck is up for sale
They say she took it pretty hard, but you can't tell
too much behind a veil
Verse 5:
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 'n play 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 rests in peace, but trouble
is the fella owes me forty bucks.
