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