Garbage Hopper Blues

S'bad enough I'm dead Lord, and should be buried in the clay
Yes it's bad enough I'm dead Lord, I should be buried in the clay
But my sister in Nebraska, she threw my poor remains away

Well my brother he's no genius, but he has a golden heart
Yes my brother ain't no genius, but he has a golden heart
So he shipped me off to sister, in a box from old Wal-Mart

Well the trip was long and lonely, I'm movin' on from sun to sun
Yes the trip was long and lonely, I'm movin'on from sun to sun
I ain't too happy in this carton, I wish this god-damn trip was done

Safe now in Nebraska, I guess my brother done his job
Yes I'm safe now in Nebraska, I guess my brother done his job
But my trip ain't over yet babe, 'cause of a stupid broken knob

Just wanna rest in peace Lord, don't wanna cause a family rift
I just wanna rest in peace Lord, don't wanna cause no family rift
See my brother put my ashes, in my sister's Christmas gift

Well my sister she just tossed me, like a worn out pair of shoes
Yes my sister she just tossed me, like a worn out pair of shoes
Sent me to eternal rest Lord, with the Garbage Hopper Blues

Clifton