- track name
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(You Can't Be Any) Poorer Than Dead
- album and band name
- lyrics
- Undertaker, undertaker
Please don't bury me
I'm as scared as a poor boy
Can be
Undertaker, undertaker
I know that I've got nothing left to save
But please, sir, don't put me
In my grave
If you've any earthly feeling,
Don't ratify my fate
Let me lie a while on this
Side of certainty
Before you lay my head
Down on my eternal bed
Just you think on this,
You can't be any poorer than dead
Undertaker, undertaker
I know that I can't be freed
but I'm not ready to comprehend
My deeds
Undertaker, undertaker
I know that you've got your task
But everything I've known is the only
Thing I ask
You're the last human hands
This body ever knows
And I know that you aim to serve me well
And you haven't got the time
And you're no kin of mine
But please, Mr. Undertaker, won't you
Stay with me a spell?
- credits
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from
1971, track
released 20 November 2008
- tags
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tags:
country soul
folk
twangy
woodsy
New York
- license
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