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