Testo Cypress Grove - Chris Thomas King
Testo della canzone Cypress Grove (Chris Thomas King), tratta dall'album Top 20 Blues Musicians
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove
Than to have some woman, Lord, that I can't control
And I'm going away now, I'm going away to stay
Well, I'm going away now, I'm going away to stay
It'll be alright, pretty mama, you might need my help someday
Now the sun going down and you know what you promised me
Well, the sun going down and you know what you promised me
And what's the matter, honey, I can't see
Well, old people told me, baby, but I never did know
Well, old people told me, baby, but I never did know
The good book say you got to reap just what you sow
When your knee bone go to aching and your body's getting cold
When your knee bone go to aching and your body's getting cold
Well, you're just getting ready, honey, for the cypress grove
The church bells are ringing and the hearse come driving slow
The church bells are ringing and the hearse come driving slow
Somebody gone away yonder, never coming back no more
I would rather be dead and six feet in the clay
I would rather be dead and six feet in the clay
Than to stay here with you and be treated this way
I would drink muddy water and sleep in a hollow log
I would drink muddy water and sleep in a hollow log
Than to stay here and be treated like a mangy dog
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove
Than have a contrary woman, Lord, that I can't control
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Writer(s): Mike Auldridge, Jimmy Gaudreau, T. Michael Coleman, Dp, Lawrence P Klein
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