Текст Wade Bowen – Death, Dyin’ And Deviled Eggs

Well the music was sad
The widows all dressed in black and we sang
Told stories all about the good ole days
There were hugs to give and a few more tears to cry

There were casseroles and pecan pies
Mama’s sweet tea and beer on ice
Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess
Preacher clears his throat and then he said
Everybody bow your heads
And just like that everything was blessed
So here’s to death, dyin’ and deviled eggs

Yeah such is life
We’re all at the mercy of a butter knife on a plate
Checkered table cloth and I’ll fly away
Keep in mind that it always ends the same
And there’s no love like no potluck left to say
And they’ll lay you in the ground
All headed back to town

And those casseroles and pecan pies
Mama’s sweet tea and beer on ice
Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess
Preacher clears his throat and then he says
Everybody bow your heads
And just like that everything is blessed
So here’s to death, dyin’ and deviled eggs

If you wanna go to heaven
Better have Jesus in your soul

Those casseroles and pecan pies
Mama’s sweet tea and beer on ice
Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess
Preacher clears his throat and then he says
Everybody bow your heads
And just like that everything is blessed
Yeah just like that everything is blessed
So here’s to death, dyin’ and deviled eggs

Yeah here’s to death
Here’s to dyin’
Gotta love them deviled eggs