Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who preached the funeral said it really was a 
simple way to die
He laied 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 oughta go and watch them put him down but I don't
 own the suit
And anyway when they start talkin' about the fire and 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
Here they come and who's that ridin' in that big ole shiny 
limousine
Look at all that chrome I do believe that's the sharpest 
thing I've seen
That must belong to his rich Uncle someone said he owned a 
big ole 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
He's not even in the ground and they say that his track is 
up for sale
They say she took it pretty hard but you can't tell too 
much behind a veil
Listen ain't that pretty when the bugler plays the military
 taps
I think that when you's in the war they always hired and 
played 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'll rest in peace but trouble is that fellow owes 
me forty bucks