Obituary Writer Blues Songtext
von Preacher Boy

Well now, I′m gon' quit writin′,
I'm gonna lay down this pen that I use
Well now, I'm gon′ quit writin′,
I'm gonna lay down this pen that I use
And you know by that I got them obituary blues

Well now, I been at that typer lord, honey, till my fingers sore
Well now, I been at that typer lord, honey, till my fingers sore
Well now, I ain′t gon' write no obituaries anymore


Well now, black was the color, one after another
They lay down on sheets of white
Well now, time may erase me, but I ain′t so crazy
That I don't know my wrong from right

Oh sweet mama don′ 'low me to stay 'round all night long
Well, I might act like I′m crazy, but I do know my right from wrong

It was rock, paper, scissors, till the sword got the best of the pen
It was rock, paper, scissors, till the sword got the best of the pen
I seen it printed in the paper, somebody shot up some poor kids again

Well now, black was the color, one after another
They lay down on sheets of white
Well now, time may erase me, but I ain′t so crazy
That I don't know my wrong from right

Oh sweet mama don′ 'low me to stay ′round all night long
Well, I might act like I'm crazy, but I do know my right from wrong