Funeral Road Blues by Charlie Parr
Funeral Road Blues by Charlie Parr

Funeral Road Blues

Charlie Parr * Track #12 On 1922

Funeral Road Blues Lyrics

When I go down that funeral road, baby I'll be dressed up fine
Italian tuxedo with twenties sown in the linin'
Everybody'll look twice cuz they know that suit weren't mine

They'll be a Cadillac hearse-wagon takin my morbid load
And my family'll ride in a limousine over that lonesome road
Nobody'll recognize them outside our rusty Ford

They'll shave off my whiskers, baby, and comb my poor hair down
Splash me with cologne, now, before they put me in the ground
They'll say he never looked that good when he was out on the town

When you go down that funeral road to visit my fancy stone
And lay some pretty flowers all over my well dressed bones
Don't cry for me sweet mama, you know I can't come home

Never had much was mine, take nothin when I leave
You can throw my body over into the deep dark sea
Let my poor man's preacher say some words over me

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