Dead Flowers Songtext
von Whitey Morgan and the 78’s

Hey, when you′re sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well, I hope you don't see me on my ragged company
Yeah, you know I don′t ever go out alone

Take me down, little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the Queen of the underground
Send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave


Well, when you′re sitting back in that rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby days
I′ll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
Some other girl, she gonna take my pain away

Take me down, little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground
Send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won′t forget to put roses on your grave
Well, I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Amen, brother