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

Then I'd rather be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then I would rather to be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then to stay round here
Breathin' this a-way

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 'round here
Treated like a dog

I'm gonna sing this song
I ain't gonna sing no more
I'm gonna sing this song
Ain't goin' to sing no more
My time is gettin' pressed
Honey, and I got to go

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Writer(s): NEHEMIAH SKIP JAMES