Eddie Noack – A Few Good Funerals (Guitar)

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Jason Kelly always had some moonshine whiskey

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And he'd drink and ride out on the courthouse lawn

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The only shirt he ever wore was an old blue checkered one

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With the elbows and the left front pocket gone

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Jason was a living local legend

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As a kid, I heard his story all my life

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Ollie Sims, who ran the bank, had cheated him to death

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And how Homer Gray had stolen away his wife

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But Jason had a hardy sense of humor

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And us kids hung 'round him back of Slim's Café

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For hours, he'd entertain us and we'd laugh until we would cry

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When he'd wink at us half-jokingly and say

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"What this town needs is a few good funerals

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That seems to be the only time folks care

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What this town needs is a few good funerals

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And a few more good people here and there"

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Jason Kelly died stone-drunk on bootleg whiskey

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And I watched them put him in a pauper's grave

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A man, so Daddy said, who had the world and lost it all

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But a man nobody ever tried to save

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But they never laughed with Jason like us kids did

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Why, the things he said would tickle us to death

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They never noticed friendly lurking in those lonely eyes

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Couldn't see beyond the bourbon on his breath

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This town still needs a few good funerals

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That seems to be the only time folks care

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This town still needs a few good funerals

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And a few more good people here and there

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This town still needs a few good funerals

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And a few more good people here and there