The Caretaker

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    I live in the cemetery, ol' 
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caretaker they call me,
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    in the wintertime I rake the 
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leaves and in the summer I cut the 
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weeds.
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    When a funeral comes the people
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 cry and pray,
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    they bury their dead, then they
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 all go away,
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    and here I work and I somehow 
hide
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    from a world that rushes by 
outside.
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    But each night when I rest my 
head,
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    I'm contented as the peaceful 
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death.

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    But who's gonna cry when old 
John dies,
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    who's gonna cry when old John 
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dies ?

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    Once I was a young man 
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dashing with the girls,
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    now no one wants an old man, I
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 lost my handsome curls.
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    But I wanna say when my time 
comes,
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    lay me facing the rising sun,
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    put me in the corner where I 
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buried my pup,
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    tell the preacher to pray then 
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cover me up.

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    Don't plant flowers where my 
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head should be,
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    maybe God would let some grow 
for me.
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    And all the little children 
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that I love like my own,
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    will they be sorry that old 
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John's gone ?

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    Who's gonna cry when old John 
dies,
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    who's gonna cry when old John 
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dies ?