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    "Ballad Of Forty Dollars" Lyrics

    Dave Dudley

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    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

    They hired me and Fred and Joe
    To dig the grave and carry up some chairs
    It took us seven hours and I guess
    We must've drunk a case of beer

    I guess I oughta go and watch them
    Put him down but I don't own the suit
    And anyway when they start talkin' 'bout the fire
    And hell, well I get spooked

    So I'll just sit here in my truck
    And act like I don't know him when they pass
    Anyway when they're all through
    I've got to go to work and mow the grass

    Well, here they come and who's that ridin'
    In that big ole shiny limousine
    Look at all that chrome, I do believe that
    That's the sharpest thing I've seen

    That must belong to his rich uncle
    Someone said he owned a great big farm
    When they get parked, I'll mosey down
    And look it over that won't do no harm

    Well, that must be the widow in the car
    And would you take a look at that
    That sure is a pretty dress
    You know some women do look good in black

    He's not even in the ground
    And they say that his track is up for sale
    They say she took it pretty hard
    But you can't tell too much behind a veil

    Well, listen, ain't that pretty
    When that bugler plays the military taps?
    I think that when you's in the war
    They always hired and played a song like that

    Well, here I am and there they go
    And I guess you'd just call it my bad luck
    I hope he'll rest in peace but trouble is
    That fellow owes me forty bucks
    This song was submitted on July 26th, 2012 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Tom T. Hall.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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