| I spent my life playing dice and the horses,
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| From Saratoga to Timbuktu,
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| and now that I’m running my last mile honey,
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| please make my wish come true.
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| All I want is a lavender coffin,
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| white cardinias all around
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| swing band playing a funeral march,
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| and lower me into the holy ground.
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| All I want is eleven sweet maidens,
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| they’re all singing that youve got to be hip.
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| Singing around my new lavander coffin,
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| and a swinging on the funeral stairs.
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| (Saint Peter) I’m a comin'
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| I’m a comin', yeah, to stay,
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| I ain’t been bad,
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| so open up those gates on my judgement day.
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| Hear those angels so solomny singing,
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| Gabriel blowing a mournful sound.
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| All I want is a lavender coffin
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| when they lower me into the holy ground.
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| (Saint Peter) I’m a comin'
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| I’m a comin', yeah, to stay,
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| I ain’t been bad,
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| so open up those gates on my judgement day.
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| Hear those angels so solomny singing,
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| Gabriel blowing a mournful sound.
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| All I want is a lavender coffin
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| when they lower me into the holy ground.
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lavender Coffin (05-10-49) , by - Lionel Hampton. Song from the album Complete Jazz Series 1949 - 1950, in the genre Традиционный джаз