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Hank Williams Sr. Lyrics for Song: The Funeral
 Lyrics for Album: Cold Cold Heart [Country Stars] [2003]
 
 
 
 16200>(Hank Williams)
 
 
 
 I was walking in Savannah past a church decayed and dim
 
 When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn
 
 And my sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew
 
 Till I found myself envired in a little colored pew.
 
 
 
 Out front a colored couple sat in sorrow nearly wild
 
 On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a child
 
 I could picture him while livin' curly hair protuding lips
 
 I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern trips.
 
 
 
 Rose a sad old colored preacher from his little wooden desk
 
 With a manner sorta awkward and countenance grotesque
 
 The simplicity and shrewdness in his Eithopian face
 
 Showed the wisdom and ignorance of a crushed undying race.
 
 
 
 And he said now don't be weeping for this pretty bit of clay
 
 For the little boy who lived there has done gone and run away
 
 He was doin' very finely and he appreciates your love
 
 But his shore 'nuff father wanted him in the big house up above.
 
 
 
 The Lord didn't give you that baby by no hundred thousand miles
 
 He just thought you need some sunshine and he lent it for awhile
 
 And he let you keep and love it till your hearts were bigger grown
 
 And these silver tears you're sheddin' now is just interest on the loan.
 
 
 
 Just think, my poor dear mourners creepin' along on sorrows life's way
 
 What a blessed picnic this here baby got today
 
 Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little fellow round
 
 In the angel's tender garden of the big plantation ground.
 
 
 
 And his eyes they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he viewed
 
 But a tear came, and he whispered I want my parents too
 
 But then the angel's chief musicians teach that little boy a song
 
 Says if only they be faithful they'll soon be comin' along.
 
 
 
 So my poor detached mourners let your hearts with Jesus rest
 
 And don't go to criticizin' the one what knows the best
 
 He has give us many comforts, he's got the right to take away
 
 To the Lord be praised in glory forever, let us pray...
 
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| Album Lyrics: Cold Cold Heart [Country Stars] [2003] |  
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  Hank Williams Sr.
 "Cold Cold Heart [Country Stars] [2003]"
 
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