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    "Ballad of Forty Dollars" Lyrics

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    (Tom T. Hall)

    The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die
    He laid 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' about 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.

    Here they come and who's that ridin' in that big ole shiny limousine
    Look at all that chrome I do believe that's the sharpest thing I've seen
    That must belong to his rich Uncle 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.

    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.

    Listen, ain't that pretty when the 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 August 30th, 2006 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Tom T. Hall.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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