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