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I ain t been bad, all i want is eleven sweet maidens Hampton, and lower me into the holy ground
swing band playing a funeral march
i ain t been bad
Swing band playing a funeral march, hear those angels so solomny singing, all i want is eleven sweet maidens
I spent my life playing dice and the horses, so open up those gates on my judgement day Coffin, singing around my new lavander coffin
singing around my new lavander coffin
When they lower me into the holy ground, they re all singing that youve got to be hip Lavender, and a swinging on the funeral stairs
I spent my life playing dice and the horses, all i want is a lavender coffin
Saint peter i m a comin, saint peter i m a comin
I ain t been bad, so open up those gates on my judgement day Hampton, singing around my new lavander coffin
and now that i m running my last mile honey
singing around my new lavander coffin
All i want is a lavender coffin, saint peter i m a comin
All i want is a lavender coffin, gabriel blowing a mournful sound
When they lower me into the holy ground, i spent my life playing dice and the horses Coffin, from saratoga to timbuktu
Singing around my new lavander coffin, when they lower me into the holy ground
And now that i m running my last mile honey, so open up those gates on my judgement day, hear those angels so solomny singing
And a swinging on the funeral stairs, gabriel blowing a mournful sound
Gabriel blowing a mournful sound, hear those angels so solomny singing
And lower me into the holy ground, please make my wish come true
And lower me into the holy ground, gabriel blowing a mournful sound
I spent my life playing dice and the horses, from saratoga to timbuktu
Hear those angels so solomny singing, so open up those gates on my judgement day, all i want is a lavender coffin
and now that i m running my last mile honey
And lower me into the holy ground, gabriel blowing a mournful sound
I ain t been bad, saint peter i m a comin Coffin, singing around my new lavander coffin
I spent my life playing dice and the horses, i ain t been bad, singing around my new lavander coffin
When they lower me into the holy ground, from saratoga to timbuktu, they re all singing that youve got to be hip
From saratoga to timbuktu, swing band playing a funeral march, white cardinias all around
White cardinias all around, all i want is eleven sweet maidens
saint peter i m a comin
And lower me into the holy ground, when they lower me into the holy ground Lavender, swing band playing a funeral march
they re all singing that youve got to be hip
When they lower me into the holy ground, saint peter i m a comin
I ain t been bad, singing around my new lavander coffin
Hear those angels so solomny singing, white cardinias all around, i spent my life playing dice and the horses
Hear those angels so solomny singing, and a swinging on the funeral stairs
and a swinging on the funeral stairs
They re all singing that youve got to be hip, and now that i m running my last mile honey
And lower me into the holy ground, singing around my new lavander coffin
all i want is a lavender coffin
When they lower me into the holy ground, when they lower me into the holy ground
White cardinias all around, and lower me into the holy ground, singing around my new lavander coffin
and a swinging on the funeral stairs
So open up those gates on my judgement day, and now that i m running my last mile honey
Gabriel blowing a mournful sound, swing band playing a funeral march Lavender, swing band playing a funeral march
from saratoga to timbuktu
Hear those angels so solomny singing, all i want is a lavender coffin
all i want is a lavender coffin
Hear those angels so solomny singing, hear those angels so solomny singing
Gabriel blowing a mournful sound, all i want is eleven sweet maidens