Funky Squaredance

Hopeful days and stormy nights

I ain't got much to win, not much to lose

Under the burden of my loneliness

It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose

I won't enjoy my collection of stamps

When I'm six feet under the ground

Lonely streets and dusty roads

Lord, it's a long way to go back home

Under the burden of your heart of stone

You shrug your shoulders as

I decompose

Please keep a eye on those red haired boys

Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones

Now you're chewing gum on my coffin

Take me where

I long to be

I can't believe that you want me to wear

The evening tails that will fit my corpse

I don't need a tuxedo

There's no bouncer in the after world

I only just left my dying bed

And you're making curtains out of my shroud

Don't you dig my grave with some excavator

Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse, please

A last ride in the city's hearse

Few miles away from

Heaven above

A few more minutes 'til they bury me

A few more weeks 'til worms lick my bones

I won't enjoy my collection of stamps

When I'm five feet under the ground

Stormy days and lonely nights

Lord, it's a long way to go back home