Lyrics My Man's An Undertaker - Dinah Washington
You
better
stop
knocking
on
my
door
at
night
You
better
keep
your
mouth
shut
good
and
tight
Cause
my
man's
an
undertaker
And
he's
got
a
coffin
just
your
size.
Well,
you
better
not
brag
'bout
the
times
we
had
Cause
that'll
only
make
Mr.
Rise
real
mad,
My
man's
an
undertaker,
He's
got
a
coffin
just
your
size.
I'd
do
your
old
clothes
out
on
the
dump
Now
you
can
go
and
sit
on
the
stump
I'd
put
another
cushion
on
your
easy
chair
Cause
to
where
you
used
to
sit,
Mr
Rise
is
sitting
there
He
promised
me
a
cab
and
all
you
did
was
scheme
The
only
time
I
rode
was
in
my
dreams
Now
my
man's
an
undertaker,
He's
got
a
fleet
of
limousins
I
moved
his
business
over
here
Just
to
have
him
kinda
near
Darling,
the
cellar
where
it
used
to
be
bed
Now
Mr
Rise
keeps
his
coffins
there
My
man'll
come
and
get
you
in
his
big
black
house
Take
you
out
of
the
house
with
your
feet
going
first
My
man's
an
undertaker,
He's
got
a
coffin
just
your
size.
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