Death, Dyin' and Deviled Eggs - Wade Bowen

The widows all dressed in black and we sang

Told stories all about the good ole days

There were hugs to give and a few more tears to cry

Then we closed the lid and we gave him one last ride

And we laid him in the ground

And headed back to town

There were casseroles and pecan pies

Mama’s sweet tea and beer on ice

Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess

Preacher clears his throat and then he said

Everybody bow your heads

And just like that everything was blessed

So here’s to death, dyin' and deviled eggs

Yeah such is life

We’re all at the mercy of a butter knife on a plate

Checkered table cloth and I’ll fly away

Keep in mind that it always ends the same

And there’s no love like no potluck left to say

And they’ll lay you in the ground

All headed back to town

And those casseroles and pecan pies

Mama’s sweet tea and beer on ice

Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess

Preacher clears his throat and then he says

Everybody bow your heads

And just like that everything is blessed

So here’s to death, dyin' and deviled eggs

If you wanna go to heaven

Better have Jesus in your soul

Make damn well sure

That you get plenty before you go

Those casseroles and pecan pies

Mama’s sweet tea and beer on ice

Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess

Preacher clears his throat and then he says

Everybody bow your heads

And just like that everything is blessed

Yeah just like that everything is blessed

So here’s to death, dyin' and deviled eggs

Yeah here’s to death

Here’s to dyin'

Gotta love them deviled eggs