put him in the ground six feet down
till you hear that coffin sound
you can weep and you can moan
that old boy ain't never coming homeanother man done a full go round (2 times)we can tell our tales laugh and joke
ponder all day about the words he spoke
you can't run you can't hide
death come creeping up by your sideno more fussing about this or worried about that
taking out the dog or letting in the cat
eat your biscuits, gravy you can smoke and drink
ain't going to matter what nobody thinks
winter, summer, spring or fall
you got to go when the good lord calls
you may not be laughing still we cry
never got a chance to say good-bye
