WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Mike McClure - The Funeral Chords | Version #1
Capo 2
Verse 1
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Well stage right enter Jimmy, Counterfeit James dean
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Pocket full of delta blues and cheap amphetamines
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Their feet up on his dash board like a burned out Betty Page
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She might have been something if she was half her age
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But together they were something, and they burned down every bar
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Heading down to Okie City in a slightly stolen car
Verse 2
What was left was decent people, that didn’t like their kind
When the car pulled in the driveway they were staring through the blinds
Yeah the preacher in the kitchen eating apple pie
Mama’s in the bedroom Lord she couldn’t help but cry
Daddy looked so natural just like he went to sleep
Yeah, the preacher looked through Jimmy as he prayed his soul to keep
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Comin’ Home, Comin’ Home
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Ain’t nothing like your family to make you feel that alone
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You were always his favorite now your daddy’s dead and gone
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There ain’t nobody waiting on the prodigal son
Verse 3
Rolled out into traffic nosed in behind the hearse
That empty hollow feeling that just grown from bad to worse
Yeah the preacher read from scr i pture as they put him in the ground
Yeah everybody loaded up and they headed back to town
Jimmy pulled out his whiskey once everyone was gone
Felt he should say something but just stared down at the stone
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Verse 4
Well they folded up the tables, and the ladies washed the plates
And his cousins asked about the car that was locked behind the gates
Jimmy knew his daddy’s .38 was in that trunk buried deep
It would find its rightful owner once his mama fell asleep
Yeah jimmy looked at mama, and mama just looked down
Said ‘why’s it take a funeral boy to bring you back to town’
(Chorus)
