It was a $1000 wedding supposed to be held the other day andWith all the invitations sentThe young bride went awayWhen the groom saw people passing notesNot unusual, he might sayBut where are the flowers for my babyI'd even like to see her mean old mamaAnd why ain't there a funeral, if you're gonna act that wayI hate to tell you how he acted when the news arrived He took some friends out drinking andit's lucky they survivedWell, he told them everything there was totell there along the wayAnd he felt so bad when he saw the tracesof old lies still on their facesSo why don't someone here just spike his drinkWhy don't you do him in some old waySupposed to be a funeralIt's been a bad, bad dayThe Reverend Dr. William GraceWas talking to the crowdAll about the sweet child's holy face andThe saints who sung out loudAnd he swore the fiercest beasts could all be put to sleep the same silly wayAnd where are the flowers for the girlShe only knew she loved the worldAnd why ain't there one lonely horn and one sad note to playSupposed to be a funeralIt's been a bad, bad daySupposed to be a funeralIt's been a bad, bad day
Writer(s): Gram Parsons
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