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put him in the ground six feet downtill you hear that coffin soundyou can weep and you can moanthat old boy ain't never coming homeanother man done a full go round (2 times)we can tell our tales laugh and jokeponder all day about the words he spokeyou can't run you can't hidedeath come creeping up by your sideno more fussing about this or worried about thattaking out the dog or letting in the cateat your biscuits,gravy you can smoke and drinkain't going to matter what nobody thinkswinter,summer, spring or fallyou got to go when the good lord callsyou may not be laughing still we crynever got a chance to say good-bye |
