John Lee Williamson

Your funeral and my trial
Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to meBecause I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a familyI'm beggni' you baby, cut out that off the wall jiveIf you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trialWhen I and you first got together, 't was on one Friday nightWe spent two lovely hours together, and the world knows alrightI'm just beggin' you baby, please cut out that off the wall jiveYou know you gotta treat me better, if you don't it gotta be your funeral and my trialAlrightThe good Lord made the world and everything was in itSongtexteThe way my baby love is some solid sentimentShe can love to heal the sick and she can love to raise the deadYou think I'm jokin' but you better believe what I sayI'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jiveYeah, you gotta treat me better, or it gotta be your funeral and my trial Aus Songtexte Mania