Funeral Song
When I die they will have a chicken dinner.
Served with mashed potatoes and gravy.
There will be a side of creamy cole slaw,
The way that mamma's used to be.
There will be a big old pan of flaky biscuits,
Made by kind and loving hands.
But when the last chicken bone hits the plate,
I will have already been in that beautiful promised land.
posted by Hugh @ 10:56 AM
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