I would rather to be buried In some cypress grove Six feet in the clay I will drink muddy water I'm gonna sing this song Have a contrary woman Lord, that I can't control And when yo' knee-bones get shaky Honey, and your blood run cold

I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground To have me a woman that I can't control You're just getting ready for some cypress grove Well