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Paradise as written by John Prine but sang by my grandfather with my grandmother playing guitar.
As a child I spent a lot of time listening to my grandparents and their friends playing folk & bluegrass. I didn't appreciate it nearly as much as I should have a the time...and would give nearly anything to hear them sing one more time.
My mother's family is from West Virginia rather than Kentucky but the words echo my childhood almost verbatim.
I suppose that would depend on whether you believe in an everlasting life....
As for my funeral song?
A traditional rendition of Thomas Moore's The Minstrel Boy (w/ the additional third verse):
It's already written into my will.
As a child I spent a lot of time listening to my grandparents and their friends playing folk & bluegrass. I didn't appreciate it nearly as much as I should have a the time...and would give nearly anything to hear them sing one more time.
When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn.
Chorus:
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill.
Repeat Chorus:
Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel
And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land
Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken
Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man.
Repeat Chorus:
When I die let my ashes float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam
I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin'
Just five miles away from wherever I am.
Repeat Chorus:
My mother's family is from West Virginia rather than Kentucky but the words echo my childhood almost verbatim.
Teflon Billy said:Should an epitaph really begin with "His Life Was Saved..."?![]()
I suppose that would depend on whether you believe in an everlasting life....
As for my funeral song?
A traditional rendition of Thomas Moore's The Minstrel Boy (w/ the additional third verse):
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!"
The Minstrel Boy will return we pray
When we hear the news, we all will cheer it,
The minstrel boy will return one day,
Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit.
Then may he play on his harp in peace,
In a world such as Heaven intended,
For all the bitterness of man must cease,
And ev'ry battle must be ended.
It's already written into my will.
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