15 acessos
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I live in the cemetery, ol' caretaker they call me,
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in the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds.
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When a funeral comes the people cry and pray,
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they bury their dead, then they all go away,
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and here I work and I somehow hide
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from a world that rushes by outside.
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But each night when I rest my head,
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I'm contented as the peaceful death.
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But who's gonna cry when old John dies,
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who's gonna cry when old John dies ?
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Once I was a young man dashing with the girls,
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now no one wants an old man, I lost my handsome curls.
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But I wanna say when my time comes,
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lay me facing the rising sun,
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put me in the corner where I buried my pup,
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tell the preacher to pray then cover me up.
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Don't plant flowers where my head should be,
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maybe God would let some grow for me.
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And all the little children that I love like my own,
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will they be sorry that old John's gone ?
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Who's gonna cry when old John dies,
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who's gonna cry when old John dies ?