If I Should Fall From Grace With God

If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can't relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand But the angels won't receive me Let me go, boys Let me go, boys Let me go down in the mud Where rivers all run dry This land was always ours Was the proud land of our fathers It belongs to us and them Not to any of the others Let them go, boys Let them go, boys Let them go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry Yeah! Bury me at sea Where no murdered ghost can haunt me If I rock upon the waves No corpse shall lie upon me Coming up threes, boys Keep coming up threes, boys Let them go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can't relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod Still the angels won't receive me Let me go, boys Let me go, boys Let me go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry Yeah!