Georgia


By H.S. White
May 24, 2012 Bookmark and Share

Don't cremate me in Georgia, please
I might not make it there,
Could shrivel in a drainage ditch
In rotting underwear,
Don't cremate me in Georgia, please
I might not make it back,
Instead of ash you might receive
Some gravel in a sack,
Don't cremate me in Georgia, please
They'll toss me on a heap,
A pile of bones,
And Grandma Jones!
The Ovenmaster's cheap,
Don't cremate me in Georgia, please
Not there, for goodness sake!
Inside a fifty-gallon drum,
The bottom of a lake,
Don't cremate me in Georgia, please
I ask before I go,
'Cause folks in Georgia leave ya
As far as they can throw!
Don't cremate me in Georgia, please
Folks there don't seem to care,
'Cause if you die in Georgia
Your grave is anywhere.
("Oh, did I mention?")
Don't cremate me in Georgia, pleaseā€¦