| Oh, when I die, don’t you dress me in no flat top fancy shoes
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| Don’t let those motherfuckers play those goddamn Saint James blues
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| When I’m departed there won’t be doubt, you can burn my body down to the ground
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| When I’m departed I’m gone
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| Oh, when I die, don’t spend my money on no fancy clothes
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| I ain’t got much, so what’s the use in spending it all?
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| When I’m departed, yes, when I’m gone there won’t be nothin' left to sing my
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| songs
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| When I’m dparted I’m gone
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| They say that havens are above earth, but I don’t know
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| I’ve drowned my suffered soul in alcohol
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| They say that hell is down below, but so am I
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| Waiting for that crimson blood to ooze out of my eyes
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| When I die
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| They say that heavens are above earth, but I don’t know
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| I’ve drowned my suffered soul in alcohol
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| They say that hell is down below, but so am I
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| Waiting for that crimson blood to ooze out of my eyes
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| When I die!
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| Oh, when I die don’t waste your fleeting time weakening over me
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| Crying all that love that clearly wasn’t meant to be
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| When I’m departed, yes, when I’m gone, my heart gone cold, my race been run
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| When I’m departed, deerly departed
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| As y’all brokenhearted, when I’m departed I’m gone |