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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