Well there's one kind favor I'll ask of you
One kind favor I'll ask of you
There's one kind favor I'll ask of you
Won't you see that my grave is kept clean
I got four white horses followin' me
Four white horses followin' me
I got four white horses followin' me
Lord, they're waitin' on my buryin' ground
Well my heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold
My heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold
My heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold
And I'm startin' to believe just what the Bible told
You may lower me down with a golden chain
You may dig my grave with a silver spade
You may dig my grave with a silver spade
Won't you please make sure that my digger gets well paid
Have you ever heard those churchbells toll?
Have you ever heard those churchbells toll?
Have you ever heard those churchbells toll?
Means another poor boy done lost his soul
Well there's one kind favor I'll ask of you
One kind favor I'll ask of you
There's one kind favor I'll ask of you
Won't you see that my grave is kept clean
Rob Getzschman - See That My Grave Is Kept Clean Lyrics
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Well there's one kind favor I'll ask of you
One kind favor I'll ask of you
There's one kind favor I'll ask of you
Won't you see that my grave is kept clean
I got four white horses followin' me
Four white horses followin' me
I got four white horses followin' me
Lord, they're waitin' on my buryin' ground
Well my heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold
My heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold
My heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold
And I'm startin' to believe just what the Bible told
You may lower me down with a golden chain
You may dig my grave with a silver spade
You may dig my grave with a silver spade
Won't you please make sure that my digger gets well paid
Have you ever heard those churchbells toll?
Have you ever heard those churchbells toll?
Have you ever heard those churchbells toll?
Means another poor boy done lost his soul
Well there's one kind favor I'll ask of you
One kind favor I'll ask of you
There's one kind favor I'll ask of you
Won't you see that my grave is kept clean
One kind favor I'll ask of you
There's one kind favor I'll ask of you
Won't you see that my grave is kept clean
I got four white horses followin' me
Four white horses followin' me
I got four white horses followin' me
Lord, they're waitin' on my buryin' ground
Well my heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold
My heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold
My heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold
And I'm startin' to believe just what the Bible told
You may lower me down with a golden chain
You may dig my grave with a silver spade
You may dig my grave with a silver spade
Won't you please make sure that my digger gets well paid
Have you ever heard those churchbells toll?
Have you ever heard those churchbells toll?
Have you ever heard those churchbells toll?
Means another poor boy done lost his soul
Well there's one kind favor I'll ask of you
One kind favor I'll ask of you
There's one kind favor I'll ask of you
Won't you see that my grave is kept clean
Writer: Rob Getzschman
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