I would rather to be buried In some cypress grove I would rather to be buried In some cypress grove Have a contrary woman Lord, that I can't control And when yo' knee-bones get shaky Honey, and your blood run cold When yo' knee bones gettin' shaky Lord, and your blood run cold Oh, you're gettin' ready Honey, for the cypress grove I'd rather be buried Six feet in the clay I would rather to be buried Six feet in the clay Then to stay round here Breathin' this away I will drink muddy water I'll sleep in a hollow log I will drink muddy water Sleep in a hollow log And to lay around here Treated like a dog I'm gonna sing this song Ain't gonna sing no mo' I'm gonna sing this song Ain't gonna sing no mo' My time is getting precious Honey and I got to go