| It was a $ 1000 wedding supposed to be held the other day and
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| With all the invitations sent
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| The young bride went away
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| When the groom saw people passing notes
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| Not unusual, he might say
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| But where are the flowers for my baby
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| I’d even like to see her mean old mama
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| And why ain’t there a funeral, if you’re gonna act that way
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| I hate to tell you how he acted when the news arrived
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| He took some friends out drinking and
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| It’s lucky they survived
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| Well, he told them everything there was to
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| Tell there along the way
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| And he felt so bad when he saw the traces
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| Of old lies still on their faces
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| So why don’t someone here just spike his drink
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| Why don’t you do him in some old way
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| Supposed to be a funeral
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| It’s been a bad, bad day
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| The Reverend Dr. William Grace
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| Was talking to the crowd
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| All about the sweet child’s holy face and
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| The saints who sung out loud
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| And he swore the fiercest beasts
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| Could all be put to sleep the same silly way
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| And where are the flowers for the girl
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| She only knew she loved the world
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| And why ain’t there one lonely horn and one sad note to play
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| Supposed to be a funeral
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| It’s been a bad, bad day
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| Supposed to be a funeral
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| It’s been a bad, bad day |