She was a friend of a friend
Lead a troubled life and met a troubled end
When the preacher said from dust to dust
A hundred people cried amen
And I wondered when it's my turn to go
What they will carve upon my stone?
I wanna know, Who's gonna go
To my funeral, when I'm gone, long gone
I wanna see, who's gonna lower me
In the ground, the cold cold ground
Well I passed me by a church
Full of empty pews where only angels heard
The eulogy of the lonely soul
He was waiting for the hearse
It was the last page of a book I never read
Will it be the same sad story when I'm dead
I wanna know, Who's gonna go
To my funeral, when I'm gone, long gone
I wanna see, who's gonna lower me
In the ground, the cold cold ground
Will they say I was a good man? Will they say I was unkind?
Will they say that I was honest, that I always spoke my mind
Will they be singing in the aisles? Will there be anyone there to sing?
Will anybody remember me?
I wanna know, Who's gonna go
To my funeral, when I'm gone, long gone
I wanna see, who's gonna lower me
In the ground, the cold cold ground