The man who preached the funeral said it Really was a simple way to die He laid down to rest one afternoon And never opened up his eyes They hired me and Fred and Joe To dig the grave and carry up some chairs It took us seven hours and I guess We've must have drunk a case of beer Well I guess I ought to go and watch they Put him down but I don't own a suit And anyway when they start talkin' About the fire 'n hell I get spooked So let's just sit here in my truck And act like we don't know him when they pass Anyway, when they're all through We've got to go to work and mow the grass Here they come and who's that riding In that big ol' shiny limousine Look at all that chrome I do belive That's the sharpest thing I've ever seen That must belong to his rich uncle Someone said he owned a big ol' farm When they get parked let's mosey down And look it over, that won't do no harm That must be the widow in the car and Won't you take a look at that That sure is a pretty dress, you know Some women do look good in black He's not even in the ground and They tell me his truck is up for sale They said she took it pretty hard but You can't tell too much behind the veil Listen, ain't that pretty when The bugler plays the military taps Yeah, I think that when you's in the war They always hide and play a song like that Here we are and there he goes And I guess you might call it our bad luck I hope he rest in peace but the trouble is The fellow owes us forty bucks