Hey, the man who preached at the funeral,
said it really was a simple way to die
He laid down one afternoon,
never even opened up his eyes
They hired me and Fred and Joe to dig
the grave and carry up some chairs
It took us seven hours, I,
I guess we must have drunk a case of beer
I guess I ought to go and watch them put him in the ground,
And anyway when they start talking about that old fire in hell,
So, I'll just sit here in my truck,
act like I don't know him when they pass
Anyway, when they're all through I've got
to go to work and now the grass
Well that must be the widow in the car,
would you take a look at that
Mine that's a mighty pretty dress,
you know some women sure look good in black
Well, he ain't even in the ground,
and they tell me that his truck is up for sale
They say she took it pretty hard,
but you can't tell too much behind the veil
Well, listen ain't that pretty when the bugler plays
I think that when you're in the war
they always had to play a song like that
I guess you'd just call Jerry Lewis bad luck
But I hope he rests in peace,
the trouble is the fellow owes me forty bucks
