Cypress Grove Blues
 

I would rather be buried : in some cypress grove
To have some woman : Lord I can't control

And I'm going away now : I'm going away to stay
That'll be all right pretty mama : you going to need my help some day

Well the sun going down : and you know what you promised me
And what's the matter : baby I can't see

I would rather be dead : and six feet in my grave
To be way up here honey : treated this a‑way

Well the old people told me : baby but I never did know
The Good Book declares : we got to reap just what we sow

When your knee bones aching : and your body cold
Well you just getting ready : honey for the cypress grove