Lavender Coffin

I spent my life playing dice and the horses,
From Saratoga to Timbuktu,
and now that I’m running my last mile honey,
please make my wish come true.
All I want is a lavender coffin,
white cardinias all around
swing band playing a funeral march,
and lower me into the holy ground.
All I want is eleven sweet maidens,
they’re all singing that youve got to be hip.
Singing around my new lavander coffin,
and a swinging on the funeral stairs.
(Saint Peter) I’m a comin'
I’m a comin', yeah, to stay,
I ain’t been bad,
so open up those gates on my judgement day.
Hear those angels so solomny singing,
Gabriel blowing a mournful sound.
All I want is a lavender coffin
when they lower me into the holy ground.
(Saint Peter) I’m a comin'
I’m a comin', yeah, to stay,
I ain’t been bad,
so open up those gates on my judgement day.
Hear those angels so solomny singing,
Gabriel blowing a mournful sound.
All I want is a lavender coffin
when they lower me into the holy ground.
End