Death Valley Blues

I went down in Death Valley
there's nothing but tombstones and dry bones
I went down in Death Valley
nothing but tombstones and dry bones
That's where poor me'll be
lord, when I'm dead and gone

Now if I should die,
I should die before my time
Baby, if I should die,
I should die before my time
I want you to bury my body
down by that 'Frisco Line

Now bury me, mama
low down in the sand
Oh bury me, mama
low down in the sand
Now bury me, mama
where I won't bother your next old man

Oh bye bye, baby
I said good bye
Oh bye bye, baby
I said good bye
Death Valley is my home
mama, when I die

Tell all the women
please come dressed in red
Tell all the women
please come dressed in red
They going down on 61 highway
that's where the poor boy he fell dead

Wear your patent leather slippers
mama, put on your mourning gown
Wear your patent leather slippers
put on your mourning gown
You gonna follow poor Crudup
down to his burying ground
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