| I spent my life playing dice and the horses, |
| From Saratoga to Timbuktu, |
| and now that I’m running my last mile honey, |
| please make my wish come true. |
| All I want is a lavender coffin, |
| white cardinias all around |
| swing band playing a funeral march, |
| and lower me into the holy ground. |
| All I want is eleven sweet maidens, |
| they’re all singing that youve got to be hip. |
| Singing around my new lavander coffin, |
| and a swinging on the funeral stairs. |
| (Saint Peter) I’m a comin' |
| I’m a comin', yeah, to stay, |
| I ain’t been bad, |
| so open up those gates on my judgement day. |
| Hear those angels so solomny singing, |
| Gabriel blowing a mournful sound. |
| All I want is a lavender coffin |
| when they lower me into the holy ground. |
| (Saint Peter) I’m a comin' |
| I’m a comin', yeah, to stay, |
| I ain’t been bad, |
| so open up those gates on my judgement day. |
| Hear those angels so solomny singing, |
| Gabriel blowing a mournful sound. |
| All I want is a lavender coffin |
| when they lower me into the holy ground. |
| End |