Mike Bloomfield - See That My Grave Is Kept Clean Lyrics
Well, there's one kind favor I'll ask of youOne kind favor I'll ask of youOh, there's one kind favor I'll ask of youSee that my grave is kept cleanThere's two white horses in a lineTwo white horses in a lineTwo white horses in a lineGonna take me to my burying groundWell, my heart stopped beatingMy hands are coldWell, my heart stopped beatingAnd my hands are coldWell, my heart stopped beatingAnd my hands are coldI believe just what the Bible toldDid you ever hear a coffin sound?Did you ever hear a coffin sound?Did you ever hear a coffin sound?Then you know that the poor boy's in the groundDig my grave with a silver spadeWell, you dig my grave with a silver spadeDig my grave with a silver spadeLet me down the golden chainHave you ever heard the church bell tone?Ever heard the church bell tone?Did you ever hear a church bell tone?Then you know that the poor boy's dead and goneI feel so goodOne kind favor I'll ask of youOne kind favor I'll ask of youIt's one kind favor I'll ask of youPlease see that my grave is kept clean