| The widows all dressed in black and we sang
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| Told stories all about the good ole days
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| There were hugs to give and a few more tears to cry
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| Then we closed the lid and we gave him one last ride
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| And we laid him in the ground
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| And headed back to town
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| There were casseroles and pecan pies
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| Mama’s sweet tea and beer on ice
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| Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess
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| Preacher clears his throat and then he said
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| Everybody bow your heads
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| And just like that everything was blessed
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| So here’s to death, dyin' and deviled eggs
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| Yeah such is life
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| We’re all at the mercy of a butter knife on a plate
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| Checkered table cloth and I’ll fly away
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| Keep in mind that it always ends the same
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| And there’s no love like no potluck left to say
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| And they’ll lay you in the ground
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| All headed back to town
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| And those casseroles and pecan pies
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| Mama’s sweet tea and beer on ice
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| Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess
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| Preacher clears his throat and then he says
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| Everybody bow your heads
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| And just like that everything is blessed
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| So here’s to death, dyin' and deviled eggs
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| If you wanna go to heaven
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| Better have Jesus in your soul
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| Make damn well sure
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| That you get plenty before you go
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| Those casseroles and pecan pies
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| Mama’s sweet tea and beer on ice
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| Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess
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| Preacher clears his throat and then he says
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| Everybody bow your heads
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| And just like that everything is blessed
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| Yeah just like that everything is blessed
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| So here’s to death, dyin' and deviled eggs
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| Yeah here’s to death
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| Here’s to dyin'
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| Gotta love them deviled eggs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death, Dyin' and Deviled Eggs , by - Wade Bowen. Song from the album Solid Ground, in the genre Кантри