For Matt Davis

oh let me lay down beside my dear friend who has

gone away cover me over with dirt and sod let me

hasten my departure day for i long for that day when

we'll be dancin on the stormclouds to shake the rain

from the sky onto our graves we'll all be waiting for

that day well will whitmore mixed up some shine filled

up the jug and met us walkin down the line the line the

line he met us walkin down the line to join our friend

in heaven down the line and every chain gang in heaven

lifted up their arms made an aisle for him to walk between

the rows and each plant bowed down toward him as he passed

as he passed they kept their necks in reverence for the preacher's son