Ballad of Forty Dollars Mel Tillis

The man who preached the funeral
Said it really was a simple way to die
He laid to rest one afternoon
And never opened up his eyes

They hired me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some chairs
It took us seven hours
And I guess we must've drunk a case of beer

I guess I oughta go and watch them put him down
But I don't own the suit
And anyway when they start talkin' about the fire and hell
Well I get spooked

So I'll just sit here in my truck
And act like I don't know him when they pass
Anyway when they're all through
I've got to go to work and move the grass

Here they come and who's that ridin'
In that big ole shiny limousine
Look at all that chrome
I do believe that's the sharpest thing I've seen

That must belong to his rich Uncle
Someone said he owned a big ole farm
When they get parked I'll mosey down
And look it over that won't do no harm