See That My Grave Is Kept Clean

And its one kind favor I ask of you
And its one kind favor I ask of you
One kind favor I ask of you
Good Lord see that my grave is kept clean
It’s a lonely lane that has no end
Lonely lane that has no end
Lonely lane that has no end
It’s a bad old end
That’ll never change
Have you ever heard that coffin Sound?
Have you ever heard that coffin Sound?
Ever heard that coffin Sound?
Good Lord, there burring that poor boy under ground
And there’s two white horses in a line
Two white horses in a line
Two white horses in a line
Oh lord, taking me down to that burring ground
And its one kind favor I ask of you
One kind favor I ask of you
One kind favor I ask of you
Good Lord see that my grave is kept clean