Yesterday, as I was walking, I saw a sight that left me cold
A one-car funeral procession I met coming down the road
And I thought about the man that lay within And where are all the people that he once called friends
A one-car funeral procession, that ain't my deal of a thing
I said, friend, did you see Now, can you explain this thing to me
He said, son, you know, it's not unusual It's just a thing we call reality
And I thought about the man that lay within And where are all the people that he once called friends
A one-car funeral procession, that ain't my deal of a thing
I said, mama, let me tell you now About this thing I have to say
She said, son, you know, you shouldn't bug me While I'm watching Channel 17
There are things that happen every day And there's nothing you can do, nothing you can say
You should know that a funeral procession Is for the living anyway