Gravediggers

You stand resurrected in your new spring fashion,
Complaining of ulcers and horrified lashes.
Your hair's in a sesame bun and your stockings are on the run.

There’s not a place you can stop without a cop talkin’ to you
And you gotta keep moving even in your wet shoes
Broad shouldered jackets define attitudes	
And chin kissing flowers suggest warmer latitudes

Here comes the rain…

CHORUS -	 There's no gravediggers in heaven
		No Angels down here
		Only a hearth to keep you warm, 
		And a pint a Gennese beer.

One cigarette short and a hack too late, 
One o'clock to too early to be stumbling through the gate
A happy home with happy trees
Virgin flowers and Horny bees

A day late and  a penny short
My wife never like my college cohorts 
The hammock would look better slung over a branch
Cos I should have been a cowboy in a Texas stud ranch

BREAK

There’s children straving in desert sands
There’s five of spades in my rummy hand
Politians have positions stapled to their chests
And cardinals are under arrest…# copyright Joe Johnston