(clarence toussaint, allen julian orange)

Therell be some slow walkin
Gonna be some sad talkin
Therell be some flowers bringin
Gonna be some sad singin
Over you, I say over you
Over you, pretty baby
If I ever hear you say were through

Therell be some long black limousines
People peepin from their window screens
Parade of cars with their headlights on
All of that will be goin on
Over you, I said over you
Over you, pretty baby
If I ever hear you say were through

Therell be a hole about six feet deep
For you baby to take your sleep
Into a pine box an down youll go
Where you will stay where its free of snow
Over you, I said over you
Over you, pretty baby
If I ever hear you say were through

All your folks will be dressed in black
Ride a long black cadillac
Yeah, baby theyll be puttin you away
The funeral homell have the business that day
Over you, I said over you
Over you, pretty baby
If I ever hear you say were through

Say I want to slay you baby, whoa now
Over you, pretty baby
If I ever hear you say were through

Say youll never leave me
I say youll never leave me
Say Im gonna get rid of you , baby
If I ever hear you say were through

Whoa, I love you
No tellin what Id do
Thats why baby
I want to do all these things to you