Ten and fifty, and fifty is eleven,
Ten is for to send this man to heaven.
And send this man to heaven.
Loosen up your vo cal cords,
And sing with all your might.
We must have twenty -five,
or else we'll sit up all night.
And send this man to heaven.
You all know that I'm the mortician.
a gang of dollars from you.
Now about 25 bucks is the sum all told.
He's got to go at sundown, hot or cold.
we're going to low him in the ground
to morrow evening till and
I say tomorrow evening till
and when the sun goes down.
I hate to see that evening sun go down.
I hate to see that evening sun go down, why,
they're taking my man to plant him underground.
Instead of making me pay my
Bagbiter, why did you lose your head?
Bagbiter, why were you so misled?
You didn't heed my warning
and live the life I planned
Lord only knows where you're gonna land,
But when you see me leavin',
Won't be dead, just ain't
Got my railroad blues, my railroad fare
I feel like ridin' into just nowhere
Catchin' me a train 15 coaches long
When you look for waters, I'll be gone
Count me back down yonder in
To my dear old mama and dad
That's best pals I've ever had
So long, cause I'm on my way