Ballad Of Forty Dollars Lyrics - Singles - Hall Tom T

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 ought to go and watch them put him down 

But I don't own a suit 

And anyway when they start talkin' about 

The fire in 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 ol' shiny limousine 

Look at all that chrome, I do believe 

That that's the sharpest thing I've seen 

That must belong to his great uncle 

Someone said he owned a big ol' 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 

Well, he's not even in the ground 

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 

Well, listen, ain't that pretty 

When the bugler plays the Military Taps 

I think that when you's in the war 

They always hide 'n play 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 rests in peace, the trouble is 

The fellow owes me forty bucks