I would rather to be buried. In some cypress grove. I would rather to be buried. In some cypress grove. Than to have a contrary woman. Lord, I never can control.
Layin' sick, honey, on my bed. I'm layin' sick, honey, and on my bed. I'm layin' sick, honey, and on my bed. I used to have some friends but they wish that I were dead.
Yes, I was a good man. But I'm's a po' man. You understand. . In the hospital, now. In Washington D.C.. Ain't got nobody. To see about me. . But I'm's a good man.
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove. I would rather be buried in some cypress grove. To have some woman, Lord, that I can't control. . And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay.
I would rather to be buried. In some cypress grove. I would rather to be buried. In some cypress grove. Than to have a contrary woman. Lord, I never can control.
Note: hyphen=word unsung. . Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest. How in the world you. Expect for me to rest?. Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest. How in the world you. Expect for me to rest?.
I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove. I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove. To have me a woman that I can't control. . Your knee-bone gon' aching and your body sure getting cold.