The Funeral Akkorde von 
Hank Williams With His Drifting Cowboys 
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Key: F major•
Verse 1
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Bb
I was walking in Savannah
F
past a church de cayed and dim
when slowly through the window
C
came a plaintive funeral hymn
and my sympathy awakened
and a wonder quickly grew
F
till I found myself envired
in a little colored pew.
Bb
Out front a couple
sat in sorrow nearly while.
F
On the altar was a casket
C
and in the casket was a child.
Bb
I could picture him while living,
F
curly hair, protruding lips.
I'd seen perhaps a thousand
Bb
in my hurried southern trips.
Rose a sad old colored preacher
F
from his little wooden desk
with a manner sort of awkward
Bb
and countenance grot esque.
The simplicity and shrewdness
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F
in his Ethiopi an face
showed the wisdom and ignorance
C
of a crushed, undying race.
F
And he said, now don't be weeping
for this pretty bit of clay,
Bbm
for the little boy who lived there
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is done gone and run away.
F
He was doing very finely
C
and he appreciates your love,
Gm
F
but his shona father wanted him
in that big house up above.
The Lord didn't give you that baby
by no hundred thousand miles.
He just think you need some
Bb
sun shine
and he lent it for a while.
F
And he let you keep and love it
till your hearts was
bigger grown.
And these silver tears
C
you're shedding now
is just interest on the loan.
Dm
Just thank my poor
F
dear Mona's
creeping long on sorrow's way.
Bb
What a blessed picnic
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Bb
this here baby got today.
F
Your good father s and good mothers
C
crowd the little fellow round
In the angel's tender garden
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of the big plantation ground.
Bb
And his eyes they brightly sparkle
at the pretty things he view,
F
But a tear came and he whisper,
I want my parents too.
Bb
But then the angel's chief musician
teach that little boy a song,
Says, if only they be faithful,
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they'll soon be coming along.
C
Cm
F
So, my poor detached mourners,
let your hearts with Jesus rest,
And don't go to criticizing
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the one what knows the best.
F
He hath given us many com forts,
he's got the right to take away.
C
Till the Lord be praised in glory forever,
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F
Bb
F
let us pray.
C
F
Bb
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