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    "The Funeral" Lyrics

    Hank Williams Sr.

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    (Hank Williams)

    I was walking in Savannah past a church decayed and dim
    When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn
    And my sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew
    Till I found myself envired in a little colored pew.

    Out front a colored couple sat in sorrow nearly wild
    On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a child
    I could picture him while livin' curly hair protuding lips
    I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern trips.

    Rose a sad old colored preacher from his little wooden desk
    With a manner sorta awkward and countenance grotesque
    The simplicity and shrewdness in his Eithopian face
    Showed the wisdom and ignorance of a crushed undying race.

    And he said now don't be weeping for this pretty bit of clay
    For the little boy who lived there has done gone and run away
    He was doin' very finely and he appreciates your love
    But his shore 'nuff father wanted him in the big house up above.

    The Lord didn't give you that baby by no hundred thousand miles
    He just thought you need some sunshine and he lent it for awhile
    And he let you keep and love it till your hearts were bigger grown
    And these silver tears you're sheddin' now is just interest on the loan.

    Just think, my poor dear mourners creepin' along on sorrows life's way
    What a blessed picnic this here baby got today
    Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little fellow round
    In the angel's tender garden of the big plantation ground.

    And his eyes they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he viewed
    But a tear came, and he whispered I want my parents too
    But then the angel's chief musicians teach that little boy a song
    Says if only they be faithful they'll soon be comin' along.

    So my poor detached mourners let your hearts with Jesus rest
    And don't go to criticizin' the one what knows the best
    He has give us many comforts, he's got the right to take away
    To the Lord be praised in glory forever, let us pray...
    This song was submitted on August 20th, 2006 and last modified on August 24th, 2006.
    Thanks to GeeWhiz for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Emi Music Publishing, Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc.
    Written by Williams, John T..
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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