Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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The man that preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die
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He laid down to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes
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They hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairs
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It took us seven hours and i guess we must have drunk a case of beer

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I guess i ought to go and watch them put him down but i don't own a suit
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And anyway when they start talkin' about the fire in hell i get spooked
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So let's just sit here in the truck and act like we don't know him when they pass
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Anyway,when they're all through we got to go to work and mow the grass
Verse 3: (Waylon then Johnny)
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Here they come and who's that riding in that big old shiney limousine
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Look at all that chrome i do believe that that's the sharpest thing i've seen
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That must belong to his rich uncle someone said he owned a big old farm
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When they get parked let's mosey down and look it over that won't do no harm
[Verse 4] (Waylon then Johnny) (A tone higher)
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That must be the widow in the car and won't you take a look at that
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That sure is a pretty dress you know some women do look good in black
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He's not even in the ground and they tell me his truck is up for sale
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They say she took it pretty hard but you can't tell too much behind a veil
[Verse 5](Waylon then Johnny) (A tone higher)
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Listen ain't that pretty when a bugler plays a military taps
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I think when you were in the war they always hide and play a song like that
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Well here we are and there he goes and i guess that you might call it our bad luck
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I hope he rests in peace but the trouble is the fellow owes us forty bucks

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