Funeral Beds

Funeral Beds - The Districts/Not Documented

Written by：Grote/Larson/Jacobus/Lawrence

These great fields are stretching

Taking me oh so far

These great fields are stretching

Savannah stretching oh so far

This dry air is taking

My girl and it's so so hard

And I wish had a melody for a songbird

To sing back my love

Oh my Savannah

Did it have to be so hard

Oh my Savannah

Taking all my love and all my heart

Won't tailor you make me

The finest suit so dark black grey

And old John won't you lend me

The finest gun your eyes have laid

The fastest bullet flying

Nobody never feel no pain

'Cause these pains took my baby

And I'm gonna take to funeral beds To lay

And oh my Savannah

Did it have to be so hard

Oh my Savannah

Taking all my love and all my heart

Oh no no

Oh no no

Oh no no

Oh no no

Oh no no

Oh no no

And I'm struggling and I'm stumbling

And I need to start

I'm struggling and I'm stumbling

I need a friend

And I'm struggling and I'm stumbling

I need you in my heart

No no no

Oh no no

Oh no no

Tailor won't you make me

The finest suit so dark and grey

And old John won't lend me

The finest gun your eyes ever laid

The fastest bullet flying

So quick nobody ever feel no pain

'Cause these pains took my baby

And I'm gonna take her to the funeral beds to lay

No no no

Oh no no

Oh no no

Oh no no

Oh no no

Oh no no

And I'm struggling and I'm stumbling

And I need to start

And I'm struggling and I'm stumbling

I need you in my heart

I hate to say I love you

But oh goddamn you know I dare

But you're gone away gone away gone away

These great fields are stretching

Taking me oh so far