this is that amazing dixie funeral dirge from the popular childrens show fraggle rock . i
couldn’t find the chords for the song anywhere so i took a stab at it and i think it’s alright .
Dm
when my time to go is here ,
G
call my friends to gather near .
Dm A
tell the doctor and the preacher that i’m failing .
Dm
but forget about your black ,
G
’cause i’m planning to come back .
A# Dm
play some honky – tonkin’ grief and dixie wailing .
chorus :
A#
pick me up and lay me down ,
Dm
and spread the news all over town ,
A Dm
and tell ’em all to come or they’ll be sorry .
A#
pick me up and shake me twice .
Dm
i’m coming back from paradise .
A Dm
this poor boy is here to live in glory .
when it’s time to say good – bye ,
all my friends will sit and cry ,
and they’ll watch the coffin rockin’ round and squirmin’ .
then they’ll raise a mighty shout ,
when my bones come marching out .
and i praise myself and preach the final sermon .
chorus
when the earth begins to quake ,
from the shaking at my wake ,
i’ll be here and making music like a light wine [ could be life line ] .
’till the honky – tonkin’ grief ,
gives the angels sweet relief ,
’cause they know that dixie wail is still surviving .
chorus 2x
this is that amazing dixie funeral dirge from the popular childrens show fraggle rock . i
couldn’t find the chords for the song anywhere so i took a stab at it and i think it’s alright .
Dm
when my time to go is here ,
G
call my friends to gather near .
Dm A
tell the doctor and the preacher that i’m failing .
Dm
but forget about your black ,
G
’cause i’m planning to come back .
A# Dm
play some honky – tonkin’ grief and dixie wailing .
chorus :
A#
pick me up and lay me down ,
Dm
and spread the news all over town ,
A Dm
and tell ’em all to come or they’ll be sorry .
A#
pick me up and shake me twice .
Dm
i’m coming back from paradise .
A Dm
this poor boy is here to live in glory .
when it’s time to say good – bye ,
all my friends will sit and cry ,
and they’ll watch the coffin rockin’ round and squirmin’ .
then they’ll raise a mighty shout ,
when my bones come marching out .
and i praise myself and preach the final sermon .
chorus
when the earth begins to quake ,
from the shaking at my wake ,
i’ll be here and making music like a light wine [ could be life line ] .
’till the honky – tonkin’ grief ,
gives the angels sweet relief ,
’cause they know that dixie wail is still surviving .
chorus 2x
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