Martini Time, by Reverend Horton Heat.
This one would work for me. [quote]Whistlin’ Past the Graveyard
well i come in on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
and i busted up a chifforobe
way out by the cocomo
cooked up a mess a mulligan
and got into a fight
CHORUS:
whistlin past the graveyard
steppin on a crack
i’m a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack
you propably seen me sleepin
out by the railroad tracks
go on and ask the prince of darkness
what about all thet smoke
come from the stack
sometimes i kill myself a jacket
suck out all the blood
steal myself a stationwagon
drivin through the mud
CHORUS
i know you seen my headlights
and the honkin of my horn
i’m callin out my bloodhounds
chase the devil through the corn
last night i chugged the mississippi
now that suckers dry as a bone
born in a taxi cab
i’m never comin home
CHORUS
my eyes have seen the glory
of the draining of the ditch
i only come to baton rouge
to find myself a witch
i’m-ona snatch me up a
couple of em every time it rains
you see a locomotive
probably thinkin its a train
CHORUS
what you think is the sunshine
is just a twinkle in my eye
that ring around my fingers
just the 4th of july
when i get a little bit lonesome
and a tear falls from my cheek
theres gonna be an ocean in
the middle of the week
CHORUS
i rode into town on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
i’m-ona tear me off a rainbow
and wear it for a tie
i never told the truth
so i can never tell a lie
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I want a New Orleans funeral complete with a parade. I played at a funeral service for two of my friends and I liked how it ended with a positive song. Nothing heavily religious or depressing. Funerals are depressing enough without music to bring people down further. And I expect there to be a full out potluck buffet after the services with baked macaroni and cheese, deviled eggs, mashed potato salad, collard greens, and barbecue chicken or it won’t be a proper burial.
Play what you like. I won’t be able to hear it.
But I’d like to do some good in the world, just for once, so please find me a little plot of land somewhere that needs the attention. Dig a hole, put me in without a box or any preservatives, and plant a tree on top. Oak, mahogany, yew, something that’ll grow for a long time.