Death of Me

Wonder, wonder what will be the death of me
Wonder when they’ll put me down below
Will they call you darling on the telephone
Tell you that you’re better off alone?
When death calls me, I won’t go
Don’t let me go
When will that old moon come rising up again?
I’m ready to begin something new
If you got some whisky in your pocket, dear
Better have yourself a drink or two
When death calls me, I won’t go
Don’t let me go
For once I too was young
My neck was not yet wrung
And I remember
So hang your withered bonnet on this nail, dear
And tear a single teardrop from your eye
No matter how they threaten or abuse me
I will cling most desperately to life
When death calls me, I won’t go
Don’t let me go
For once I too was young
My neck was not yet wrung
And I remember