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The
Funeral Of N.V.
She whispered
from the corner
So he slipped on out the back
Ain't nobody gonna be wiser
As long as he don't forget his hat
But the morning
light invades
And I just can't seem to shut it out
Even with my New York shades
Ahhh you still hear my doubt
He was her man
but he done her wrong
There's a bang
at the door
Or is it the north winds calling
Can't remember what I was doing before
All I know is that I wasn't falling
And the clouds
don't look the same today
Air's so thick it's hard to breathe
Baby pulls so close inside
As his lungs freeze
He was her man
but he done her wrong
You can smell
it in the air
And he thought he was strong
She warned him fair and square
Now everything is gone
Some lady called from the lobby
Sargent hangs his head what a mess
They found her hanging over the body
Waiting to donfess
He was her man
but he done her wrong
Roll me over
so slowly
Roll me over so slow
Roll me over on my right side boys
Cause my left side hurts me so
I was her man
Twelve me going to the graveyard
Only eleven coming back home
He was her man
but he done her wrong
Christ, it's
easy, just don't follow me
Words
and Music by Lionel Lodge
All Rights Reserved
C P Lionel Lodge 1991
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