Classic Poem

I would rather be buried
in some cypress grove
I would rather be buried
in some cypress grove
To have some woman
lord, that I can't control

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

When the sun gone down
you know what you promised me
When the sun gone down
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
Now 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
Now, the old people told me
baby, b-but I never did know
The Good Book declares you've got to
reap just what you sow

When your knee-bones aching
and your body cold
When your knee-bones aching
and your body cold
You just getting ready
honey, for the cypress grove