Papa died smiling
Wide as the ring of a bell
Gone all star white
Small as a wish in a well
And Sodom, South Georgia
Woke like a tree full of bees
Buried in Christmas
Bows and a blanket of weeds
Papa died Sunday, and I understood
All dead white boys say God is good
White tongues hang out, God is good
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Papa died while my girl
Lady Edith was born
Both heads fell like eyes
On a crack in the door
And Sodom, South Georgia
Slept on an acre of bones
Slept through Christmas
Slept like a bucket of snow
Papa died Sunday, and I understood
All dead white boys say God is good
White tongues hang out, God is good
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
