Funeral Road Blues

When I go down that funeral road
Baby, I'm gonna be dressed up fine
Italian tuxedo, twenties sewn in the lining
Everybody have to look twice now
'Cause they know them clothes ain't mine
Yeah, there'll be a Cadillac hearse wagon
Pulling my mobile home
And my family will ride in a limousine
All over that long tomb road
Ah, but nobody recognize
Outside of a rusty old Ford
Well, they'll shave off my whiskers, mama
Comb my poor hair down
Ahh, splash me with cologne, baby
Before they put me in the ground
Ah, they say, "He never looked that good, oh no
When he went out on the town"
Yeah, when you go down that funeral road
To visit my fancy stone
And you leave some pretty flowers
All over my jail-dressed bones
Don't you cry for me sweet mama
Boy, you know I can't come home
I never have much of mine, boy
I take nothing when I leave
You can throw my body over
Into the deep dark sea
You let my poor man preacher, boy
Say some words over me
That's right