Your Funeral Day
©2005 Garrett Clevenger

Chorus:
G What will they say on your funeral day, the
D ones who've come to send you away?
Am Em Will they lie like you are and forget all the pain
C D G      and tears you've made fall like the rain?

Bm G Bm G C "Lily Mae," her ma would say, "when you gonna get away?
Bm G F Bb Every time you only say, 'My love gonna make him change.'"
Bm G Bm G C Now she sits behind her veil that only makes her face look pale,
Bm G F Bb knowing that where you died was not in herr arms Friday night.
G
Bm G Bm G C Behind the widow sits a man. Behind his eyes lies a plan.
Bm G F Bb You see he has some evidence. If you were here you'd wet your pants!
Bm G Bm G C Instead you'll have know memory of what's to come, you're history.
Bm G F Bb He's about to announce your crimes to your funeral crowd.
G

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Bm G Bm G C The reverend speaks. His voice breaks. Suddenly we see your face
Bm G F Bb comin' through to share the news of what's beyond your funeral blues.
Bm G Bm G C You see the face of of your wife and some you've seen during your life.
Bm G F Bb When you thought you''ld get away. It looks, though, there's a price to pay.
G
Bm G Bm G C "Uh, thanks for comin'," you stammer out, "I hope that means you'll help me out.
Bm G F Bb If someone here could vouch for me, from Hell I will be set free."
Bm G Bm G C Your mother's dead, you have no kin, you've burned the bridges to your friends.
Bm G F Bb Your wife and laywer are here. Every one else is filled with fear.
G

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Bm G Bm G C Sometimes love makes one blind, kind of like a drugged up mind.
Bm G F Bb Sometimes, though, it's not enough to fill a heart that's torn up.
Bm G Bm G C Lily Mae rose and approached her husband's ghost
Bm G F Bb "Billy, I loved you true, but now I know it wasn't you.
G
Bm G Bm G C "You're a distant memory. My love's cried out and dried away.
Bm G F Bb Mama was right, you have no shame. What comes of you, I'm not to blame."
Bm G Bm G C One by one, all turn around and walk away with out a sound.
Bm G F Bb They've heard enough. They'll sleep well knowin' you'll pay the price in Hell.
G

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