C The man who preached the funeral C F Said it really was a simple way to die G7 He laid down to rest one afternoon G7 C And never opened up his eyes C They hired me and Fred and Joe C F To dig the grave and carry up some chairs G7 It took us seven hours G7 C And I guess we must have drunk a case of beer C I guess I ought to go and watch them put 'em down C F But I don't own a suit G7 And anyway when they start talking about G7 C The fire in hell well I get spooked C So I'll just sit here in my truck C F And act like I don't know 'em when they pass G7 Anyway when they're all through G7 C I've got to go to work and mow the grass C Well here they come and who's that C F Riding in that big ole shiny limousine G7 Mmh look at all that chrome I do believe G7 C That that's the sharpest thing I've seen C That must belong to his great uncle C F Someone said he owned a big ole farm G7 When they get parked I'll mosey down G7 C And look it over that won't do no harm C Well that must be the widow in the car C F And would you take a look at that G7 That sure is a pretty dress G7 C You know some women do look good in black C Well he's not even in the ground C F And they say that his truck is up for sale G7 They say she took it pretty hard G7 C But you can't tell too much behind the veil C Well listen ain't that pretty C F When the bugler plays the Military taps G7 I think that when you was in the war G7 C They always hide and play a song like that C Well here I am and there they go C F And I guess you'd just call it my bad luck G7 I hope he rests in peace the trouble is G7 C The fellow owes me forty bucks
