Tom T. Hall - Ballad of forty dollars

^CThe man who preached the funeral ^CSaid it really was a simple way to ^Fdie

^G7He laid down to rest one afternoon ^G7And never opened up his ^Ceyes

^CThey hired me and Fred and Joe ^CTo dig the grave and carry up some ^Fchairs

^G7It took us seven hours ^G7And I guess we must have drunk a case of ^Cbeer

^CI guess I ought to go and watch them put 'em down ^CBut I don't own a ^Fsuit

^G7And anyway when they start talking about ^G7The fire in hell well I get ^Cspooked

^CSo I'll just sit here in my truck ^CAnd act like I don't know 'em when they ^Fpass

^G7Anyway when they're all through ^G7I've got to go to work and mow the ^Cgrass

^CWell here they come and who's that ^CRiding in that big ole shiny limou^Fsine

^G7Mmh look at all that chrome I do believe ^G7That that's the sharpest thing I've ^Cseen

^CThat must belong to his great uncle ^CSomeone said he owned a big ole ^Ffarm

^G7When they get parked I'll mosey down ^G7And look it over that won't do no ^Charm

^CWell that must be the widow in the car ^CAnd would you take a look at ^Fthat

^G7That sure is a pretty dress ^G7You know some women do look good in ^Cblack

^CWell he's not even in the ground ^CAnd they say that his truck is up for ^Fsale

^G7They say she took it pretty hard ^G7But you can't tell too much behind the ^Cveil

^CWell listen ain't that pretty ^CWhen the bugler plays the Military ^Ftaps

^G7I think that when you was in the war ^G7They always hide and play a song like t^Chat

^CWell here I am and there they go ^CAnd I guess you'd just call it my bad ^Fluck

^G7I hope he rests in peace the trouble is ^G7The fellow owes me forty ^Cbucks