The Funeral

Capo 2 Verse 1 Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Well stage right enter Jimmy, Counterfeit James dean Cadd9 G D G Pocket full of delta blues and cheap amphetamines Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Their feet up on his dash board like a burned out Betty Page Cadd9 G D G She might have been something if she was half her age Cadd9 G Cadd9 G But together they were something, and they burned down every bar Cadd9 G D G Heading down to Okie City in a slightly stolen car Verse 2 What was left was decent people, that didn??t like their kind When the car pulled in the driveway they were staring through the blinds Yeah the preacher in the kitchen eating apple pie Mama??s in the bedroom Lord she couldn??t help but cry Daddy looked so natural just like he went to sleep Yeah, the preacher looked through Jimmy as he prayed his soul to keep Chorus: Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Comin?? Home, Comin?? Home Cadd9 G D G Ain??t nothing like your family to make you feel that alone Cadd9 G Cadd9 G You were always his favorite now your daddy??s dead and gone Cadd9 G D G There ain??t nobody waiting on the prodigal son Verse 3 Rolled out into traffic nosed in behind the hearse That empty hollow feeling that just grown from bad to worse Yeah the preacher read from scr i pture as they put him in the ground Yeah everybody loaded up and they headed back to town Jimmy pulled out his whiskey once everyone was gone Felt he should say something but just stared down at the stone (Chorus) Verse 4 Well they folded up the tables, and the ladies washed the plates And his cousins asked about the car that was locked behind the gates Jimmy knew his daddy??s .38 was in that trunk buried deep It would find its rightful owner once his mama fell asleep Yeah jimmy looked at mama, and mama just looked down Said ??why??s it take a funeral boy to bring you back to town?? (Chorus)