pOoRmaN’s gRaVe
I know a man who had nothing.
He was a poor man all his life.
He lived in a shack by the roadside with starving kids and a loving wife.
He went to church every Sunday.
He prayed from morning until night.
He said "Good Lord, why have you forsaken me?
When everything I did I thought was right.
Now my life’s coming to an end, there’s only one thing I’m wishing for.
All my days I have never sinned,
so I hope you won’t ignore, what I’m asking for….
Oh honey when I die, dress me up in a coat and tie.
Give my feet a pair of shoes that I haven’t worn in a long time.
Put me in a golden box, not a cross on a pile of rocks.
Burry me were the grass is green and the gates are shining….
Oh honey when I die, give me a bed of roses where i could lie.
I’m gonna use up all the money that I saved.
Coz I don’t wanna lie in a poorman’s grave…."
