| I was standing by my window
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| On a cold and cloudy day
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| When I saw that hearse wheel rolling
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| It was taking my sister away
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| Said, undertaker, undertaker
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| Won’t you please drive real slow?
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| That’s my little baby sister
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| Not a soul came to see her go
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| Will the circle be unbroken?
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| By and by lord, by and by
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| There’s a better home awaiting
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| In the sky lord, in the sky
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| I was standing by my window
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| On a cold and cloudy day
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| When I saw that hearse wheel rolling
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| It was taking my mother away
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| Undertaker, undertaker
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| Won’t you please drive real slow?
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| That’s my mother, my dear old mother
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| I sure hate to see her go
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| Circle be unbroken
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| By and by, lord, by and by
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| There’s a better home awaiting
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| In the sky lord, in the sky
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| Years have passed now
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| By the same old window
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| On the cold and cloudy day
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| When I see the hearse wheels rolling
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| They was taking Chief Jolly away
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| Undertaker, undertaker
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| Won’t you please drive real slow?
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| That’s Chief Jolly that you’re carryin'
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| I sure hate to see him go |