Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who preached the funeral

Said it really was a simple way to die

He laid down to rest one afternoon

And never opened up his eyes

To dig the grave and carry up some chairs

It took us seven hours

And I guess we must have drunk a case of beer

But I don’t own a suit

And anyway when they start talking about

The fire in hell well I get spooked

And act like I don’t know ’em when they pass

Anyway when they’re all through

I’ve got to go to work and mow the grass

Riding in that big ole shiny limousine

Mmh look at all that chrome I do believe

That that’s the sharpest thing I’ve seen

Someone said he owned a big ole farm

When they get parked I’ll mosey down

And look it over that won’t do no harm

And would you take a look at that

That sure is a pretty dress

You know some women do look good in black

And they say that his truck is up for sale

They say she took it pretty hard

But you can’t tell too much behind the veil

When the bugler plays the Military taps

I think that when you was in the war

They always hide and play a song like that

And I guess you’d just call it my bad luck

I hope he rests in peace the trouble is

The fellow owes me forty bucks