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The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to dieHe lated down to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyesThey hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairsIt took us seven hours and I guess we must have drunk a case of beerI guess I oughta go and watch them put him down but I don't own the suitAnd anyway when they start talkin' bout the fire and hell well I get spookedSo I'll just sit here in my truck and act like I don't know him when they passAnd anyway when they're all through I've got to go to work and mow the grassWell here they come and who's that riding in that big ol' shiny limousineLook at all that chrome I do believe that that's the sharpest thing I've seenThat must belong to his great Uncle someone said he owned a big ol' farmWhen they get parked I'll mosey down and look it over that won't do no harmWell that must be the widow in the car and would you take a look at thatThat sure is a pretty dress you know some women do look good in blackBut he's not even in the ground and they say his track is up for saleThey say she took it pretty hard but you can't tell too much behind a veilWell listen ain't that pretty when the bugler plays the military tapsI think that when you's in the war they always hide and play a song like thatWell here I am and there they go and I guess you'd call it my bad luckI hope he'll rest in peace but trouble is the fellow owed me forty bucks Aus Songtexte Mania