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Joe Bonamassa - Your Funeral, My Trial Lyrics

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  • Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me
  • Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family
  • I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
  • If you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial
  • When I and you first got together, 't was on one Friday night
  • We spent two lovely hours together, and the world knows alright
  • I'm just beggin' you baby, please cut out that off the wall jive
  • You know you gotta treat me better, if you don't it gotta be your funeral and my trial
  • Alright
  • The good Lord made the world and everything was in it
  • The way my baby love is some solid sentiment
  • She can love to heal the sick and she can love to raise the dead
  • You think I'm jokin' but you better believe what I say
  • I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
  • Yeah, you gotta treat me better, or it gotta be your funeral and my trial

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