I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove
I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove
Have a contrary woman
Lord, that I can't control
And when yo' knee-bones get shaky
Honey, and your blood run cold
When yo' knee bones gettin' shaky
Lord, and your blood run cold
Oh, you're gettin' ready
Honey, for the cypress grove
I'd rather be buried
Six feet in the clay
I would rather to be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then to stay round here
Breathin' this away
I will drink muddy water
I'll sleep in a hollow log
I will drink muddy water
Sleep in a hollow log
And to lay around here
Treated like a dog
I'm gonna sing this song
Ain't gonna sing no mo'
I'm gonna sing this song
Ain't gonna sing no mo'
My time is getting precious
Honey and I got to go
