The Funeral

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Well now stage right enter Jimmy, 
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just a counterfeit James Dean
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with a pocket full of delta blues 
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and cheap amphetamine
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Her feet up on the dashboard like 
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a burned out Betty Paige
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Aw she might have been pretty if she
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 was half her age
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But together they were something, 
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just closing down the bars
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Headed down from Okie City in a 
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slightly stolen car

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The folks were decent people, they
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 didn't like their kind
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When the car pulled in the 
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driveway the were staring through 
the blinds
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The preacher in the kitchen, he's 
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eatin' apple pie
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Oh momma's in the bedroom she 
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couldn't help but cry
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Oh and daddy looked so natural 
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like he'd just gone to sleep
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And the preacher looked through 
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Jimmy and prayed his soul to keep

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[Chorus]
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It's coming home, coming home
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Ain't nothing like a family to 
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make you feel so damned alone
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You should've brought flowers, 
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should've got daddy's gun
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Aint nobody waiting on the 
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prodigal son

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Well they pulled out into traffic,
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 moved in behind the hearse
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And that awful empty feeling, well
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 it went from bad to worse
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The preacher read some scripture 
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and they put him in the ground
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Aw then everybody loaded up and 
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headed back to town
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But Jimmy got his whiskey out once 
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everyone was gone
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He felt he should've said 
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something staring down at the stone

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It's coming home, coming home
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Ain't nothing like a family to 
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make you feel so damned alone
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You should've brought flowers, 
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should've got daddy's gun
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Ain't nobody waiting on the 
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prodigal son

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Well the menfolk folded tables and
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 the ladies cleaned the plates
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And the cousins asked about the 
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car locked behind the gate
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Jimmy knew his daddy's .38, was in 
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that trunk buried deep
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And it would find its rightful 
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owner once his momma was asleep.
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And Jimmy looked at momma, momma 
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just looked down
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She said why's it take a funeral, 
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boy to bring you back to town