The Funeral 创作者：
Hank Williams

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Verse 1
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I was walking in Savannah past
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a church, decayed and dim
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When slowly through the window came a
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plaintive funeral hymn
My sympathy awakened and a wonder
quickly grew
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'Til I found myself environed
in a little colored pew
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Out front a colored

Verse 2
couple sat
in sorrow nearly wild
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On the altar was a casket and
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in the casket was a child
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I could picture him while living,
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curly hair protruding lips
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I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried
southern trips

Verse 3
Then rose a sad,
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old colored preacher from his little wooden desk
With a manner sort of awkward
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and countenance grotesque
The simplicity and shrewdness
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in his Ethiopian face
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Showed the wisdom and the ignorance of a crushed,
undying race
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Verse 4
And he said, "Now don't be weepin'
for this pretty bit of clay
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For the little boy who lived there has
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done gone and run away
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He was doing very finely and he
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'ppreciates your love
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But his sho nough father wanted him in the
big house up above

Verse 5
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The Lord didn't give you that baby, by no hundred thousand
miles
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He just think you need some sunshine
and he lent it for a while
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And he let you keep and love him 'til
your hearts were bigger grown
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And these silver tears you're shedding
now, are just interest on the loan
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Just think my poor dear mourners creeping long on sorrow?s

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way
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What a blessed picnic this
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here baby got today
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Your good fathers and good
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mothers crowd the little fella round
In the angels 'tender garden of
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the big plantation ground
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And his eyes they brightly

Verse 7
sparkle
at the pretty things he view
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But a tear came and he whispered,
"I want my parents too"
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Then the angel's chief musicians
teach that little boy a song
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Says if only they be faithful, they'll
soon be comin' 'long
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And so my poor dear mourners,

Verse 8
let your hearts with Jesus rest
And don't go to criticizn' the
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one what knows the best
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He has give us many com forts He's
got the right to take away
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To the Lord be praised in glory,
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now and ever, let us pray
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