There's a long line of mourners
coming down our little street
Their fancy cars are such
They're all of your rich friends
you told me someday you'd be returnin'
In a fancy car for all the town to see
Oh, you finally got your dream
You're riding in that long
The papers told of how you lost your life
But the race upon the highway,
All through tear -dimmed eyes,
With a chauffeur at the wheel,
cause my heart and all my
in that long black limousine you
