Blow that horn fast We been red’ to go When that horn blast The dead is comin’ home
Blow that horn fast We been ret to go When that horn blast The dead is coming home
Blow that horn fast We been ret to go When that horn blast The dead is coming home
You haven’t enough air in your lungs When it’s time you’ll know You won’t have to think U just do In the blink of an eye The faithful go where they are made whole So the story goes
If the dead coming home Prepare a table Make em a pallet Leave ya freshest lines Finest spirits getting lifted singing murder ballads Looking for a body