| When I go down that funeral road
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| Baby I’ll be dressed up fine
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| With a brand new suit and tie
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| Like I never could afford when I was alive
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| Well I ain’t dead yet
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| Lemme wear that suit right now
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| No one can see it
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| When I’m locked in that box
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| Underneath the ground
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| I ain’t dead yet
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| Gimme my flowers now
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| When I go down that funeral road
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| There’s gonna be a big old band
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| And there gonna play all my favorite songs
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| While they plant me in the sand
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| Well I ain’t dead yet
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| Lemme hear that music now
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| I sure can’t hear it
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| When I’m locked in that box
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| Underneath the ground
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| I ain’t dead yet
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| Gimme my flowers now
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| When I go down that funeral road
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| Everybody’s gonna have nice things to say
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| Gonna say «he was a good egg»
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| Even if they didn’t feel that way
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| Well I ain’t dead yet
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| You can tell me what you think right now
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| You can’t look me in the eye
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| When I’m locked in that box
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| Underneath the ground
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| I ain’t dead yet
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| Gimme my flowers now
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| When I go down that funeral road
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| There’s gonna be flowers everywhere
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| All my friends will send some
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| Just to show each other how much they cared
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| Well I ain’t dead yet
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| Lemme have them flowers right now
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| I can’t smell em so good
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| When I’m locked in that box
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| Underneath the ground
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| I ain’t dead yet
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| Gimme my flowers now |