Sittin Up With The Dead

Well out in the country we didn't have mortuaries

and so it was always customary

to lay the dead out right there at home.

Well the church would loan ya foldin' chairs

abd you'd have visitation and everything right there

and when the nighttime come you had to sit up with the dead

'cause it wasn't right to leave them alone.

The last time I sat up was in '65 when my old arthritic Uncle Fred died

he was so stooped over the morticians couldn't straighten him out.

They used used a loggin' chain to tie him down

and covered that all up with a cape and a gown

'cause that's the kind of thing folks just don't want to know about

Well we were all sittin' there it was 3 in the mornin'

When there come up a cloud, a thunderin lightnin' and stromin'

The lightnin' flashed and the house went black

and the chain 'round old Uncle Fred went 'snap'

and rattled and fell to the floor with a thump

and Uncle Fred just sat right up.

Well I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more, I don't know 'bout you

I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more no matter what ya say or do.

They say the dead can't hurt ya cause they already left

but what they left can sure make ya hurt yourself.

And I ain't sittin up with the dead no more since the dead started sittin up too.

Well when Fred sat up so did everybody there

and there came a great partin' of the foldin chairs.

The preacher nearly knocked me down, he said

"I'm headed out that kitchen door over there."

I said "Rev that kitchen ain't got no door in it"

He said "Don't worry son, it will have in minute."

And I ain't never seen so much jumpin' and shovin' before.

Then somebody stepp