For Matt Davis

Lyrics

Oh, let me lay down beside My dear friend who's gone away Cover me over with dirt and soil Let me hasten my departure day For I long for that day When we'll be dancin' on the storm clouds to shake the rain From the sky onto our graves We'll all be waiting for that day Well, will Whitmore mixed up some shine Filled up the jug and met us walkin' down the line The line, the line, he met us walkin' down the line To join our friend in heaven down the line The line, the line, he met us walkin' down the line To join our friend in heaven down the line And every chain gang in heaven lifted up their arms And made an aisle for him to walk between the rows And each plant bowed down toward him As he passed, as he passed They kept their necks in reverence for the preacher's son And every chain gang in heaven lifted up their arms And made an aisle for him to walk between the rows And each plant bowed down toward him As he passed, as he passed They kept their necks in reverence for the preacher's son