Bertha May

Early this mornin'
I heard the lonesome church bell tone
Early this mornin'
I heard the low-down church bell tone
It brought me sad news
My Bertha Mae was dead and gone
Never missed my baby
I never missed her until she left my door
I never missed my baby
Until she left my door
It breaks my heart
Think I'll never see her face no more
A thousand people
Standin' on the buryin' ground
Thousand of people
Standin' around the buryin' ground
Just to see my baby
When they let her down
Drive slow
Mr. Undertaker Man, drive slow
Drive slow
Mr. Undertaker Man, please drive slow
You know I never missed my Bertha
Until she left my door
Now you can sing out your hymn book
You can preach out your Bible
Fall down on your knees and pray
Ask the good Lord to help you
But someday
Your troubles are gonna be like mine
Because a gal like Bertha
Nowadays, she's hard to find
Ah, there's no more Bertha Mae
Oh Lord, there's no more Bertha Mae
But the gal has paid her debt
That we all have got to pay