Ground Don't Want Me

Buried mama standing with the knife still in her chest
 As per her last instructions at her death
 Said you'll never get to heaven, son
 So go to hell real slow
 Now the ground don't want me, mama
 The ground don't want me, no no no
 I've stacked the deck, I've held the dead man's hand so many times
 Eights and aces wishing for the death I hoped was mine
 But cards and guns are all the same
 Each man must draw his own
 Now the ground don't want me, mama
 The ground don't want me, no no no
 What is the body when the soul is flown?
 Has it only been forgotten?
 I want to lay down in a field of bone
 But an angel guards the garden
 I killed men in Blue Eye, Barbaco, New Life and Crystal Wells
 In every town, the broken-hearted rang their steeple bells
 For every man, a box
 For every hole, a rose
 Now the ground don't want me, mama
 The ground don't want me, no no no
 What is the body when the soul is flown?
 Has it only been forgotten?
 I want to lay down in a field of bone
 But an angel guards the garden
 Then one morning near Arkana, I chanced to watch some violets rise
 Their lunar blues undoing down the fastest days and nights
 And I thought how sweet to sleep
 Beneath the flowers such as those
 But the ground don't want me, mama
 The ground don't want me, no no no
 What is the body when the soul is flown?
 Has it only been forgotten?
 I want to lay down in a field of bone
 But an angel guards the garden
 Sometimes I think 'bout mama with the knife still in her chest
 Sometimes I think 'bout all those lucky men I sent to rest
 And how it's them who are a-sleepin'
 And it's me who is the ghost
 Now the ground don't want me, mama
 The ground don't want me, no no no
 What is the body when the soul is flown?
 Has it only been forgotten?
 I want to lay down in a field of bone
 But an angel guards the garden