IN THE CEMETERY         John Ashe
                         (sung by Chad Morgan)



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D             A
All so merry, in the cemetery,
A7                                  D
Reading the inscriptions on the tombstones.


   D                      A                              D
My friends, to show their charity, inscribed my tombsone R.I.P.
            G                A                     D
How can I enjoy my rest with such a weight upon my chest?

Oh, stranger, here beneath these stones
I'm forced to lie, reduced to bones.
Think of all the things I'd do
If I had flesh and blood like you.

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A politican, bless his soul,
Is down the bottom of this hole.
Though his seat was oft in doubt,
At last he'll never get thrown out!
Though never ever charged with theft,
He robbed the people rightand left.
Dying, still amassing more,
He always lived within the law.

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I wish they had cremated me.
Next time I die I'll ask to be.
It's no fun just lying here
With something crawling in my ear.
Oh shed no tears for me below,
For I am where you, too, must go.
So pitch your woo, drink your beer:
There's no lost time made up down here.

Chorus