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I live in the cemetery' |
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Old Caretaker' they call me |
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In the wintertime |
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I rake the leaves |
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And in the summer |
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I cut the weeds |
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When a funeral comes |
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The people cry and pray |
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They bury their dead |
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Then they all go away |
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And here I work |
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And I somehow hide |
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From a world that rushes |
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By outside |
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But each night |
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When I rest my head |
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I'm contented |
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As the peaceful death |
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But who's gonna cry |
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When old John dies? |
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Who's gonna cry |
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When old John dies? |
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Once I was a young man |
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Dashing with the girls |
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Now no one wants an old man |
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When I lost my handsome curls |
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But I wanna say |
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When my time comes |
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Lay me facin' |
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The rising sun |
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Put me in a corner |
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Where I buried my pup |
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Tell the preacher to pray |
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Then cover me up |
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Don't lay flowers |
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Where my head should be |
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Maybe God would |
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Let some grow for me |
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And all the little children |
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That I love like my own |
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Will they be sorry |
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That Old John's gone? |
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Who's gonna cry |
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When Old John dies? |
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Who's gonna cry |
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When Old John dies? |
