BALLAD OF FORTY DOLLAR
D G
The man that preached the funeral said "It really was a simple way to die
A D
He laid down to rest one afternoon And never opened up his eyes"
G
They hired me and Fred and Joe To dig the grave and carry up some chairs
A D
It took us seven hours and I guess We must have drunk a case of beer
G
I guess I ought to go and watch them Put him down but I don't own a suit
A D
And anyway when they start talkin' About the fire in hell I get spooked
G
So let's just sit here in the truck And act like we don't know him when they pass
A D
Anyway, when they're all through We got to go to work and mow the grass
G
Here they come and who's that riding In that big old shiny limousine
A D
Look at all that chrome I do believe that That's the sharpest thing I've seen
G
That must belong to his rich uncle Someone said he owned a big old farm
A D
When they get parked let's mosey down And look it over, that won't do no harm
TONE HIGHER
E A
That must be the widow in the car And won't you take a look at that
B7 E
That sure is a pretty dress you know Some women do look good in black
A
He's not even in the ground And they tell me his truck is up for sale
B7 A
They say she took it pretty hard But you can't tell too much behind a veil
E A
Listen ain't that pretty when A bugler plays a military taps
B7 A
I think when you were in the war They always hide and play a song like that
A
Well, here we are and there he goes And I guess that you might call it our bad luck
B7 E
I hope he rests in peace But the trouble is the fellow owes us forty bucks
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