Ballad Of Forty Dollars Ukulele tab

	  D The man who preached the funeral 
Said it really was a simple way to G die ... 
A7 He laid down to rest one afternoon 
And never opened up his D eyes ... 
They hired me and Fred and Joe 
To dig the grave and carry up some G chairs ... 
A7 It took us seven hours 
And I guess we must have drunk a case of D beer. ... 
 
I guess I ought to go and watch them put 'im down 
But I don't own a suit 
And anyway when they start talkin' about 
The fire in Hell, well, I get spooked 
So, I'll just sit here in my truck 
And act like I don't know 'im when they pass 
Anyway, when they're all through 
I've got to go to work and mow the grass. 
 
Well, here they come and who's that 
Ridin' in that big ol' shiny limousine 
Mmh! look at all that chrome, I do believe 
That that's the sharpest thing I've seen 
That must belong to his great uncle 
Someone said he owned a big ol' farm 
When they get parked I'll mosey down 
and look it over, that won't do no harm. 
 
Well, that must be the widow in the car 
And would you take a look at that 
That sure is a pretty dress 
You know some women do look good in black 
Well, he's not even in the ground 
And they say that his truck is up for sale 
They say she took it pretty hard 
But you can't tell too much behind the veil. 
 
Well, listen ain't that pretty 
When the bugler plays the Military "TAPS" 
I think that when you's in the war 
They always (*hide 'n) play a song like that 
Well, here I am and there they go 
And I guess you'd just call it my bad luck 
I hope he rests in peace, the trouble is 
The fellow owes me forty bucks.