Weddings, wakes, and funerals
I just rolled in from new found land
Signal hill, howling wind
Let's see
Dark black rum and fishing boats
The wolf is always at your throat, sadly
I dreamed one night of an old dance hall
The fiddler played
The prompter called, proudly
But it ended in a fearful brawl
The old man said "That's it, that's all"
Loudly
I found myself on a dead end road
Struggling with one heavy load and toll
When I saw him dancing in the wind
I knew right then that it must have been the ghost
Of Charlie Joe
Everybody dance
I drifted off to a county cell
Sweet songbirds and wedding bells ringing
Then I arose to a funeral scene
Long black veils and limousines, shining
Weddings, wakes, funerals
It might be heaven and it might be hell
Depends
But there's one thing that I do know
You'll have your fill before you go
Amen
