Dead and Done - Bobby Long

Heaven is a place where people die pretty*

Skies don’t lie and there’s cash in the kitty

Running from the rocks, there’s wanter for the lips

To ease your mouth and bathe your fist

There’s no need for trouble when the roads are down

Nobody’s out of work cause the mine’s in town

The circus has been twice already

Ny throwing arm is good and my heart is steady

I’m dead and done by the heat of the sun

I’ll rest my hat in an Autumn field

I’ll hang my hat in an Autumn field

Tell my momma not to worry

The food is sweet and the weather’s been sunny

And I’m well known here round-a-bout

The local pick pocket is a lay-about

Tell my daddio there’s no need for washing

They do it in your sleep when you’re not watching

I’ve already had the neighbors here

Johnny Cash came around we split a beer

The girls up here sure look swell

They sing like birds, I hear it’s nothing like hell

The local priest says there’s no need for cheatin'

The local wags call it meetin’and a-greetin'