I  dug  you  up  this  morning  and  took  you  home
To  have  you  here  beside  me  cold  but  close
I  made  my  mind  up  last  night
that  heaven  just  can't  have  you
I  made  you  breakfast  but  you  would  not  eat
So  I  took  your  black  dress  off  and  washed  you  clean
I  made  my  mind  up  last  night
that  heaven  just  can ’t  have  you
The  sheets  are  creased  from  your  last  day
A  silhouette  of  where  you  lay
They ’ll  find  your  headstone  in  the  yard  with  your  black  dress  and  my  guitar
I ’ll  carry  you  back  to  your  grave  where  you  and  I  will  always  stay
I  close  the  casket
it  gets  dark  they ’ll  find  us  in  each  others  arms
he  won~~