Cypress Grove

I would rather be buried in some cypress grove

I would rather be buried in some cypress grove

Than to have some woman, Lord, that I can't control

And I'm going away now, I'm going away to stay

Well, I'm going away now, I'm going away to stay

It'll be alright, pretty mama, you might need my help someday

Now the sun going down and you know what you promised me

Well, the sun going down and you know what you promised me

And what's the matter, honey, I can't see

Well, old people told me, baby, but I never did know

Well, old people told me, baby, but I never did know

The good book say you got to reap just what you sow

When your knee bone go to aching and your body's getting cold

When your knee bone go to aching and your body's getting cold

Well, you're just getting ready, honey, for the cypress grove

The church bells are ringing and the hearse come driving slow

The church bells are ringing and the hearse come driving slow

Somebody gone away yonder, never coming back no more

I would rather be dead and six feet in the clay

I would rather be dead and six feet in the clay

Than to stay here with you and be treated this way

I would drink muddy water and sleep in a hollow log

I would drink muddy water and sleep in a hollow log

Than to stay here and be treated like a mangy dog

I would rather be buried in some cypress grove

I would rather be buried in some cypress grove

Than have a contrary woman, Lord, that I can't control