See That My Grave Is Kept Clean

And it's one kind favor I ask of you

And it's one kind favor I ask of you

One kind favor I ask of you

Good Lord see that my grave is kept clean

It's a lonely lane that has no end

Lonely lane that has no end

Lonely lane that has no end

It's a bad old end that'll never change

Have you ever heard that coffin sound?

Have you ever heard that coffin sound?

Ever heard that coffin sound?

Good Lord, there burring that poor boy under ground

And there's two white horses in a line

Two white horses in a line

Two white horses in a line

Oh lord, taking me down to that burring ground

And it's one kind favor I ask of you

One kind favor I ask of you

One kind favor I ask of you

Good Lord see that my grave is kept clean