Lavender Coffin

I spent my life playing dice and the horses,
From Saratoga to Timbuktu,
And now that I'm running my last mile honey,
Please make my wish come true.

All I want is a lavender coffin,
White cardinias all around
Swing band playing a funeral march,
And lower me into the holy ground.

All I want is eleven sweet maidens,
They're all singing that youve got to be hip.
Singing around my new lavander coffin,
And a swinging on the funeral stairs.

(Saint Peter) I'm a comin'
I'm a comin', yeah, to stay,
I ain't been bad,
So open up those gates on my judgement day.

Hear those angels so solomny singing,
Gabriel blowing a mournful sound.
All I want is a lavender coffin
When they lower me into the holy ground.

(Saint Peter) I'm a comin'
I'm a comin', yeah, to stay,
I ain't been bad,
So open up those gates on my judgement day.

Hear those angels so solomny singing,
Gabriel blowing a mournful sound.
All I want is a lavender coffin
When they lower me into the holy ground.

End