The Funeral
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Well now stage right enter Jimmy
Just a counterfeit James Dean
With a pocket full of delta blues and cheap amphetamine
Her feet up on the dashboard
Like a burned out Betty Paige
Cuz she might have been pretty if she was half her age
But together they were something
Just closing down the bars
Headed down to Oakie City in a slightly stolen car
Well, the folks were decent people
They didn't like their kind
When the car pulled in the driveway they were staring through the blinds
The preacher in the kitchen
Oh he's eating apple pie
And mamma's in the bedroom she couldn't help but cry
And daddy looked so natural
Like he'd just gone to sleep
And the preacher looked through Jimmy and prayed his soul to keep
[Chrous]
Coming home
Coming home
There's nothing like a family to make you feel so damned alone
You should've brought flowers
Should've got daddy's gun
Ain't nobody waiting on the prodigal son
Well they pulled out into traffic
Nosed in behind the hearse
And that awful empty feeling, well, it went from bad to worse
The preacher read from scripture
And they put him in the ground
Ah well, then everybody loaded up and headed back to town
But Jimmy got his whiskey out
Once everyone was gone
Felt he should say something, staring down at the stone
[Chorus]
Well the men folk folded tables
While the ladies cleaned the plates
And the cousins asked about the car locked behind the gates
Jimmy knew his daddy's .38
Was in that trunk buried deep
And it would find its rightful owner once his mamma was asleep
And Jimmy looked at mamma
Mamma just looked down
She said, "Why's it take a funeral, boy, to bring you back to town?"
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