Gonna dig a hole in the ground
Oh John, john, john You better not fool around Go get a pick and a shovel Gonna dig a hole in the ground Set me down in my easy chair To rest my weary bones My body's full of aches and pain My better days are gone Carry me down in the Cedar Gove Where the honey suckle blooms Lay me down in the yellar clay Beside my lover's romb * Refrain Fifty-one years of married life Twenty-one single at home Lord ninety-nine years upon this earth Twenty-seven of them all alone John, you can have my one-eyed mule He'll work and till the ground You'll need him to haul me to my grave Before the sun goes down * Refrain