Mel Tillis
Ballad of Forty Dollars
The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to dieHe laid to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyesThey hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairsIt took us seven hours and I guess we must've drunk a case of beerI guess I oughta go and watch them put him down but I don't own the suitAnd anyway when they start talkin' about the fire and hell well I get spookedSo I'll just sit here in my truck and act like I don't know him when they passAnyway when they're all through I've got to go to work and mow the grassHere they come and who's that ridin' in that big ole shiny limousineLook at all that chrome I do believe that's the sharpest thing I've seenThat must belong to his rich Uncle someone said he owned a big ole farmWhen they get parked I'll mosey down and look it over that won't do no harmWell that must be the widow in the car and would you take a look at thatThat sure is a pretty dress you know some women do look good in blackHe's not even in the ground and they say that his track is up for saleThey say she took it pretty hard but you can't tell too much behind a veilListen ain't that pretty when the bugler plays the military tapsI think that when you's in the war they always hired and played a song like thatWell here I am and there they go and I guess you'd just call it my bad luckI hope he'll rest in peace but trouble is that fellow owes me forty bucks
From Letras Mania