Wade Bowen - Death Dyin And Deviled Eggs

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[Verse]
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Well, the music was sad
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The widow was all dressed in black and we sang
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Told stories all about the good ole days
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There were hugs to give and a few more tears to cry
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Then we closed the lid and we gave him one last ride
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And we laid him in the ground And headed back to town

[Chorus]
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There were casseroles and pecan pies
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Mama's sweet tea and beer on ice
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Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess
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Preacher cleared his throat and then he said
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Everybody bow your heads
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And just like that everything was blessed
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So here's to death, dyin' and deviled eggs

[Verse]
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Yeah such is life
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We're all at the mercy of a butter knife on a plate
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Checkered table cloth and "I'll Fly Away"
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Keep in mind that it always ends the same
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And there's no love like no potluck left to save
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And they'll lay you in the ground    And all head back to town

[Verse]
      Am
Those casseroles and pecan pies
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Mama's sweet tea and beer on ice
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Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess
Am
Preacher cleared his throat and then he says
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Everybody bow your heads
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And just like that everything is blessed
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So here's to death, dyin' and deviled eggs

[Instrumental]
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If you wanna go to heaven       Better have Jesus in your soul
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Make damn well sure              That you get plenty before you go

[Verse]
      Am
Those casseroles and pecan pies
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Mama's sweet tea and beer on ice
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Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess
Am
Preacher cleared his throat and then he says
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Everybody bow your heads
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And just like that everything is blessed
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Yeah, just like that everything is blessed
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So here's to death, dyin' and deviled eggs

[Outro]
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Yeah here's to death    And here's to dyin'
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Gotta love them deviled eggs