I would rather to be buried In some cypress grove I would rather to be buried In some cypress grove Have a contrary woman Lord, that I can't control And when yo' knee-bones get shaky Honey, and your blood run cold When yo' knee bones gettin' shaky Lord, and your blood run cold Oh, you're gettin' ready Honey, for the cypress grove Then I'd rather be buried Six feet in the clay Then I would rather to be buried Six feet in the clay Then to stay round here Breathin' this a-way I will drink muddy water I'll sleep in a hollow log I will drink muddy water Sleep in a hollow log And to lay 'round here Treated like a dog I'm gonna sing this song I ain't gonna sing no more I'm gonna sing this song Ain't goin' to sing no more My time is gettin' pressed Honey, and I got to go