Rob Getzschman - Take My Body Home

Well, I walk this world I'm a laborin' man
And I know that highway like the back of my hand
It runs way up Wisconson where my baby lies
Right down to the spot where I am gonna die
Won't you take my body home

Take some rocks and gravel, build a solid road
It takes a good woman mama, to satisfy my soul
There are rocks in the mountain, other fish in the sea
So I won't let no woman make a fool out of me
Won't you take my body home

Hey monkey boy, monkey boy, bring the water 'round
And if you don't like your job, set the bucket down
Well it ain't no lie, it's just a natural fact
I got three generations down the railroad track
Won't you take my body home

Dark was the night, cold was on the ground
And I hadn't seen my baby for miles around
Well I went to the mountain, heard the news
That the Memphis women don't wear no shoes
Won't you take my body home

When I die, you may bury me deep
With a pan of gravy buried at my feet
You may lay me low with a biscuit in my hand
And I will sop my way unto the promised land
Won't you take my body home

Bury me deep, boy, and bury me wide
With a plug of lead buried in my side
You may lay me low with a smile on my face
And I will limp on up to St. Peter's gate
Won't you take my body home

Written by:
Rob Getzschman

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