Ballad Of Forty Dollars chords - Tom T Hall

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BALLAD OF FORTY DOLLARS
Words and music by Tom T. Hall

[D] The man who preached the funeral
Said it really was a simple way to [G] die ...
[A7] He laid down to rest one afternoon
And never opened up his [D] eyes ...
They hired me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some [G] chairs ...
[A7] It took us seven hours
And I guess we must have drunk a case of [D] beer. ...

I guess I ought to go and watch them put 'im down
But I don't own a suit
And anyway when they start talkin' about
The fire in Hell, well, I get spooked
So, I'll just sit here in my truck
And act like I don't know 'im when they pass
Anyway, when they're all through
I've got to go to work and mow the grass.

Well, here they come and who's that
Ridin' in that big ol' shiny limousine
Mmh! look at all that chrome, I do believe That that's the sharpest thing I've seen That must belong to his great uncle Someone said he owned a big ol' farm When they get parked I'll mosey down and look it over, that won't do no harm. Well, that must be the widow in the car And would you take a look at that That sure is a pretty dress You know some women do look good in black Well, he's not even in the ground And they say that his truck is up for sale They say she took it pretty hard But you can't tell too much behind the veil. Well, listen ain't that pretty When the bugler plays the Military "TAPS" I think that when you's in the war They always (*hide 'n) play a song like that Well, here I am and there they go And I guess you'd just call it my bad luck I hope he rests in peace, the trouble is The fellow owes me forty bucks.