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