Song Description
A hilarious blues song about where to put his ashes when he passes.
| Song Length |
3:18 |
Genre |
Blues - General, Unique - Comedy |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Cheerful, Jovial |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Graveyard Blues
I got the graveyard blues, nowhere to lay me down
I got the graveyard blues, nowhere to lay me down
'Cause a cold winter's comin', I don't like the frozen ground
Don't want a fancy casket, when my time is done
Don't want a fancy casket, when my time is done
Just stuff me in a taxi to the crematorium
Toss my ashes in the wind so I can travel 'round the world
Drop them in the sea so I can turn into a pearl
Plant 'em in the yard so I can grow a shady tree
Dump 'em on the bar so they can sing a toast to me
Give my money to my kinfolk, and some to those I done wrong
Give my money to my kinfolk, and some to those I done wrong
They can fight for the pennies 'cause I'll be dead and gone
Tell my wife that I love her and she best behave
Tell my wife that I love her and she best behave
Cause I'll be up in Heaven, but watchin' from my grave
Give my ashes to the banker - that's the last thing he don't own
Lay some in the doghouse so I'll feel right at home
Throw 'em in the river so I can see where the fish were hidin'
Put some in the kitchen so I can smell that bacon fryin'
I got the graveyard blues, got dyin' on my mind
I got the graveyard blues, got dyin' on my mind
But soon I'll be in heaven, and leave those ashes behind ... for you, baby