The Caretaker

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    I live in the cemetery, ol' caretaker they call me,
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    in the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds.
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    When a funeral comes the people cry and pray,
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    they bury their dead, then they all go away,
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    and here I work and I somehow hide
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    from a world that rushes by outside.
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    But each night when I rest my head,
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    I'm contented as the peaceful death.

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    But who's gonna cry when old John dies,
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    who's gonna cry when old John dies ?

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    Once I was a young man dashing with the girls,
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    now no one wants an old man, I lost my handsome curls.
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    But I wanna say when my time comes,
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    lay me facing the rising sun,
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    put me in the corner where I buried my pup,
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    tell the preacher to pray then cover me up.

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    Don't plant flowers where my head should be,
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    maybe God would let some grow for me.
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    And all the little children that I love like my own,
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    will they be sorry that old John's gone ?

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    Who's gonna cry when old John dies,
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    who's gonna cry when old John dies ?