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Lot Long
by Gary E. Andrews - 11/10/26 11:20 AM
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Joined: Jan 2006
Posts: 399
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I have finished this one ten times in as many years, and it may not be over yet. I just added the first verse. It is more or less bluegrassy, and moderate tempo works better for me. I'd like some feedback. Does it need a bridge? Pick it apart, folks. Thanks. ***************************
BOX ME UP (c) 2005 Mike Amason
a capella, 1st verse only
v1 We’ve got skeeters big as turkeys, sandspurs, chiggers, kudzu, fire ants And our necks are red as Alabama Clay But I wouldn’t trade a bucket full of Mississippi Mud For a hundred acres full of buildings downtown in L.A.
V2 I went to the big city once for nearly half a day It was almost more than I could stand And I don’t need Old Moses here to point the way For me to know that I am in the Promised Land
V3 When I die I know my friends will come and lay me down to rest And plant me peaceful by the riverside I may be gone from here, but I’ll still be with the Blessed When I get to Heaven I won’t even know I’ve died
Ch1 Make me a coffin out of knotty Georgia pine Dig a hole down deep in the sand Dress me in clothes made from cotton white as snow Then Box Me Up and ship me off to Glory Land
V4 When I see the Angels shining and their singing fills my ears And the bells are ringing in the Golden Hall The sweetest piece of music I could ever hope to hear Is Saint Peter at the Pearly Gate with a “Welcome Home, You all”
Ch2 Put honeysuckle blossoms all around my head A Bible and a bottle in my hands Sing “Dixie”, “Swannee River” and “Georgia on My Mind” Then Box Me Up and ship me off to Glory Land
V5 Y’all don’t sit and cry for me when I have gone to Beulah Land For there will be no sorrow and no sin You know I've only left Down Here to go to Paradise And remember since I’m from the South I’m Going To Rise Again!
Ch3 Plant a magnolia at the head of my grave At the bottom end a papershell pecan And plant a watermelon so the juice can run down to me (Pause , then spoken - Slurrrrrrpp!) When you Box Me Up and ship me off to Glory Land
tag When you Box Me Up and ship me off to Glory Land (End song with instrumental – first line of “Dixie”, let it fade)
A TREMENDOUS tip of my humble hat to Amanda. You're the berries. Thanks. And Thanks, Ben
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