Lyrics Cypress Grove - Hans Theessink
I
would
rather
to
be
buried
In
some
cypress
grove
I
would
rather
to
be
buried
In
some
cypress
grove
Than
to
have
a
contrary
woman
Lord,
I
never
can
control
And
when
yo'
knee
bones
Go
to
achin'
An
your
body
gettin'
cold
When
yo'
knee
bones
Go
to
achin'
And
yo'
body
gettin'
cold
You
know,
you
jes'
gettin'
ready
Honey,
for
some
cypress
grove
Then
I
would
rather
be
buried
Six
feet
in
the
clay
Then
I
would
rather
to
be
buried
Six
feet
in
the
clay
Then
to
be
way
up
here
In
New
York
City
Honey,
treated
this't-a-way
An
I
will
drink
muddy
water
I'll
sleep
in
a
hollow
log
I
will
drink
muddy
water
Sleep
in
a
hollow
log
Befo'
I
stay
up
here
Honey,
treated
like
a
dog
Yes,
I'm
goin'
away
Honey,
don't
you
want
to
go?
Yes,
I'm
goin'
away
Honey,
don't
you
wants
to
go?
I'm
scared
to
go
back
down
south
Them
people
goin'
kill
me,
sho'
I'm
gonna
sing
this
song
An
I
ain't
goin'
to
sing
no
mo'
I'm
goin'
to
sing
this
song,
an
I
I
ain't
goin'
to
sing
no
mo'
Because
my
time
has
done
got
precious
Baby,
Lord,
just
got
I've
got
to
go,
yeah.
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