Lyrics

One Foot in The Grave

T. Edwin Doss
Copyr. 2003

I know what the preacher meant about the good times and the bad
But I didn't realize until now all the little problems that you had
You go 'shoppin everyday 'spending my money
Like it 'was 'a growin out there on trees
I'm 'workin two jobs taking care of this farm
You're 'bringin me to my knees

May as well go on to town.. talk to the friendly folks I found
At the funeral home
Buy me a burial plot, lay-away a pretty pine box I can call my own
Order up some fake flowers in a basket,
Have them placed around my future casket
Look at all the precious time I'm 'gonna save
Time is short, when you got me 'workin with one foot in the grave.

Brand new sports car you're 'drivin has that "G.P.S." and I wonder
One day could it locate me when I'm 'lyin peacefully six feet under?
Please let me rest under that 'ol oak tree
Don't bring my bones more bills to pay
When I'm gone I should come back to haunt you
But that would scare my ghost away

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Bridge--I'll call my 'fishin buddies, tell'em they're on their own
Give up my 'ol bird dog to a happier home
There'll be no 'whinin... times like these you 'gotta be brave
Time is short, when you got me 'workin with one foot in the grave

Chorus

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