"Buckshot Jones" lyrics
Buckshot Jones
Was an old grave digger
Back in my hometown
He always said, "You can't take it with you once I stick you in the ground"
I helped him out one summer
I dug a lot of six-foot deep
He'd lean back on his shovel
And ask me the same old thing
Who's the richest man
In the graveyard
Underneath these stones?
You can't fit a mansion
And a big car in a box of bones
The devil wants
To buy your soul
And the Lord loves
A heart of gold
Who's the richest man
In the graveyard?
Keep digging till you know
Buckshot Jones
Was the first to give you
The shirt right off his back
The old-timers said
He had a half a million
Buried in a backyard stash
It'd show up
In a widow's mailbox
Or in the Sunday Morning offering plate
Every time I asked about it
He'd just smile and say
The whole town
Showed up today
To say goodbye
To Buckshot Jones
And I don't think
I've ever seen
A line of cars that long
Was an old grave digger
Back in my hometown
He always said, "You can't take it with you once I stick you in the ground"
I helped him out one summer
I dug a lot of six-foot deep
He'd lean back on his shovel
And ask me the same old thing
Who's the richest man
In the graveyard
Underneath these stones?
You can't fit a mansion
And a big car in a box of bones
The devil wants
To buy your soul
And the Lord loves
A heart of gold
Who's the richest man
In the graveyard?
Keep digging till you know
Buckshot Jones
Was the first to give you
The shirt right off his back
The old-timers said
He had a half a million
Buried in a backyard stash
It'd show up
In a widow's mailbox
Or in the Sunday Morning offering plate
Every time I asked about it
He'd just smile and say
The whole town
Showed up today
To say goodbye
To Buckshot Jones
And I don't think
I've ever seen
A line of cars that long
