Sittin' Up With the Dead written by C. W. Kalb, Jr. 3/24/06 INTRO: F-C-D F-C-G F-C-D F-C-G G Well out in the country we didn't have morturaries C And so it was always customary G A7 D For the undertaker to do his job and lay yer kin out right there at home G Yeah the church would lend you foldin' chairs C And you'd have visitation and everything right there G But when the nighttime come you'd have to sit up with the dead D INTRO 'Cause it wasn't right to leave 'em alone G Well the last time I sat up was '65 C When my old arthritic Uncle Fred died G A7 D He was ninety-seven and so stooped over the mortician couldn't straighten him out G C They used a loggin' chain down, covered that all up with a cape and a gown G And didn't tell nobody in the family D INTRO 'Cause that's the kind of stuff folks just don't wanna know about G (let ring) F-C-D Well we were all sittin' there, it was 3 in the mornin' G (let ring) F-C-D And then there come up a cloud of thunder lightnin' and stormin' G Well that lightnin' flashed and that thunder clapped C And that chain 'round old Uncle Fred went snap D N/C And rattled and fell to the floor with a thump and Uncle Fred just stay right up (Yeeoowww!) CHORUS: G C F-C And I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more, I don't know 'bout you G D Dsus4-D No I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more, no matter what you say or do G They say the dead can't hurt ya 'cause they already left C But what they left can sure make you hurt yourself G Em And I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more C D INTRO Since the dead started sittin' up too G Well when Uncle Fred sat up so did everyone there C And there came a great partin' of the foldin' chairs G And that preacher nearly knocked me down, he said A7 D "Ohhh I'm headin' out that kitchen door!" G I hollered "Rev that kitchen ain't got a door in it!" C He said "Don't worry son, it will have in a minute" G D INTRO And I ain't never seen so much jumpin' and shovin' before G And then somebody stepped on the old cat's tail C And he let out a scream, a screech, a wail G A7 D And to say the least that howl didn't help to calm the situation down G And then that lightnin' flashed and that house went black C And I spoke to my feet and said "boys make tracks!" G D INTRO And I went through that screen door lickity-split for time G (let ring) F-C-D Well I cut through the cemetary, fell in a hole G (let ring) F-C-D It was Uncle Fred's grave and it was dark and cold G Yeah the town drunk dug it and he dug it too deep C And unbeknownst to me he was still in there asleep D And I'm scratchin' and jumpin' tryin' to get outta that hole N/C And he woke up and said "You might as well come over here and sit down beside me, boy N/C 'Cause you ain't gettin' outta here tonight" N/C But I did! CHORUS SPOKEN OVER INTRO: Wasn't no sense in nobody sittin' up with Uncle Fred anyhow! Uncle Fred gon' be done sittin' up with his own self! Next time I'm just gonna send flowers! Yeah