INTRO
You must lay, lay some flowers on my grave
Now lay, lay some flowers on my grave
Oh my father, he is dead, and the note he left, it said
"You must lay some flowers on my grave."
Now, my father was a drunkard and a gambler, too
And he left me to sing these lonesome blues
Now, I hope my poor heart will change, 'cause I never want to die the same
You must lay some flowers on my grave
Now, if I had a-listened to what my poor mother said
Now, if I had a-listened to what my poor mother said
Now, if I had a-listened to what my poor mother said
Lord, I wouldn't be here cryin' 'bout this life I've led
Put a wreath of flowers at my back
Then you'll know the poor boy's satisfied
Put a gold chain on my breast, than you'll know I'm gone to rest
You must lay some flowers on my grave
Now, when you hear that church bell tone
Oh, when you hear that church bell tone
Now, when you hear that , hear that old church bell tone
Aw, you'll know that the poor boy's dead and gone