Wade Bowen - Death, Dyin' and Deviled Eggs

Well the music was sad
The widows all dressed in black and we sang Told stories all about the good ole days
There were hugs to give and a few more tears to cry Then we closed the lid and we gave him one last ride And we laid him in the ground
And headed back to town

There were casseroles and pecan pies Mama's sweet tea and beer on ice Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess Preacher clears his throat and then he said Everybody bow your heads
And just like that everything was blessed So here's to death, dyin' and deviled eggs

Yeah such is life
We're all at the mercy of a butter knife on a plate Checkered table cloth and I'll fly away
Keep in mind that it always ends the same And there's no love like no potluck left to say And they'll lay you in the ground
All headed back to town

And those casseroles and pecan pies Mama's sweet tea and beer on ice
Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess Preacher clears his throat and then he says Everybody bow your heads
And just like that everything is blessed So here's to death, dyin' and deviled eggs

If you wanna go to heaven
Better have Jesus in your soul
Make damn well sure
That you get plenty before you go

Those casseroles and pecan pies Mama's sweet tea and beer on ice
Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess Preacher clears his throat and then he says Everybody bow your heads
And just like that everything is blessed Yeah just like that everything is blessed So here's to death, dyin' and deviled eggs

Yeah here's to death
Here's to dyin'
Gotta love them deviled eggs

Written by:
JON RANDALL, PAUL WADE BOWEN

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