| You must lay some flowers on my grave
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| You must lay some flowers on my grave
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| My mother and father have gone
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| Left me in this world alone
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| You must lay some flowers on my grave
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| My father was a roll sport and a gambler too
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| And he loved makin' and just singin' the blues
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| I hope my heart will change
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| I don’t want to die the same
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| You must lay some flowers on my grave
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| Put a wreath of flowers at my right side
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| Then you’ll know that McTell’s satisfied
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| Put a bouquet in my breast
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| You know poor boy’s gone to rest
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| You must lay some flowers on my grave
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| Now when this old building is fallin' down
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| Just lay me six feet in the cold, cold ground
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| Wrap me up in the solid clay
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| 'Cause I come here to die one day
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| Hot mama, lay some flowers on my grave
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| What a moaning glory at my hidden feet
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| Then you’ll know that McTell’s gone to sleep
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| On my headboard write my name
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| I leave 'em many girl’s heart in pain
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| Hot mama, lay some flowers on my grave
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| Don’t snatch the pillow from under my head
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| Don’t grieve and worry after the days I’m dead
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| When I bid you this last goodbye
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| Don’t none of you womens cry
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| You just lay some flowers on my grave
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| Now when I’m gone, come no more
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| And
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| When you hear that coughing sound
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| You’ll know McTell is in the ground
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| Hot mama, lay some flowers on my grave
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| Now when the poor boy’s dead and gone
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| I’m left in this old world all alone
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| When you hear that church bell toll
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| You’ll know McTell’s dead and gone
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| Hot mama, lay some flowers on my grave |