Tiny Wooden Box The Dead South

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Huuuhhhhhhhhhhhh

Got a call today, to see if I want to pay
To bring my body home, if things ever did go wrong
Wouldn't mind to pay, to bring my body to lay
In a place I do, in a place I do call home
In a tiny wooden box
Yeah
In a tiny wooden box

I was going around those days
Thinking everything was so damn good
So why'd it go away
For all the ones who are gone
We've been missing you
These feelings are
So damn strong
I was going around those days
Thinking everything
Thinking everything
Would be ok

Huhhhhhhhh
Huuuuuuuuuh