Funeral Beds Lyrics - Telephone - The Districts

These great fields are stretching, 

Taking me oh so far 

Great fields are stretching, 

Savannah stretching oh so far 

And this dry air is taking 

My girl and it's oh so hard 

And I wish I had a melody for a songbird to sing back my love 

Oh my savannah, 

Did it have to be so hard? 

Oh my savannah, 

Taking all my love and all my heart 

Tailor won't you make me 

The finest suit so dark and black and grey 

And old john won't you lend me 

The finest gun your eyes have ever laid 

The fastest bullet flying, 

So quick nobody ever feel no pain 

'Cause the plains they took my baby 

And I'm gonna take her to the funeral beds to lay 

And oh my savannah, 

Did it have to be so hard? 

Oh my savannah, 

Taking all my love and all my heart 

Oh no no... X3 

And I'm struggling, and I'm stumbling, 

And I need to start 

I'm struggling, and I'm stumbling 

I need you in my heart 

Tailor won't you make me 

The finest suit so dark and black and grey 

And old john won't you lend me 

The finest gun your eyes have ever laid 

The fastest bullet flying, 

So quick nobody ever feel no pain 

'Cause the plains they took my baby 

And I'm gonna take her to the funeral beds to lay 

I hate to say I love you, 

But oh goddamn I love you, 

You know I do 

But you're gone away, gone away, gone away 

These great fields are stretching, 

Taking me oh so far