Coffee for the Walkin' Dead

Yeah, this here's for them folks still movin' when they oughta be laid

down. Coffee for the walkin' dead, children. Woke

up this mornin'. Death knockin' on my door. Woke up this mornin'.

Death knockin' on my door. I said, "Mr. Reaper,

wait a minute." Gotta pour one cup more. Got a pot on the stove.

Black as a midnight grave. Got a pot on the stove. Black as a

midnight grave. It's coffee for the walkin' dead. Keeps the worms in their cage.

My eyes hung low. Like a hound dog's ears. My eyes hung