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Undertaker's Bluesv-Fi
gritty, dark country rock song built around that concept—leaning into outlaw storytelling and a rough, haunted tone
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Verse 1
Midnight creepin’ through the iron gate
Boot heels draggin’, yeah I’m runnin’ late
Moonlight bleedin’ on a crooked stone
Ain’t no livin’ man ever felt this alone
Got a joint rolled tight in a calloused hand
Cold dirt preacher in a dead man’s land
I light it up for the souls I knew
Ashes fall like the morning dew
Pre-Chorus
Yeah I dig ‘em down, yeah I lay ‘em deep
But I don’t get rest, and I don’t get sleep
Chorus
I’m an undertaker singin’ to the dead
Whiskey on my breath, regret in my head
Pour one out where the names are carved
Say a prayer for the lost and the broken-hearted
Dust to dust, yeah I walk that line
Little smoke, little sin, just to pass the time
Graveyard shift, and the devil don’t choose—
I’m just a man with the undertaker’s blues
Verse 2
White lines cut on a marble slab
Lord forgive me for the life I had
Angel names and a cross worn thin
Even saints ain’t safe from sin
Take a swig from the bottle brown
Spill some out, let it soak the ground
“For you, old friend,” yeah I whisper low
Ain’t much left but the debts I owe
Pre-Chorus
Shovel sings in the pale moonlight
Every wrong feels a little more right
Chorus
I’m an undertaker singin’ to the dead
Whiskey on my breath, regret in my head
Pour one out where the names are carved
Say a prayer for the lost and the broken-hearted
Dust to dust, yeah I walk that line
Little smoke, little sin, just to pass the time
Graveyard shift, and the devil don’t choose—
I’m just a man with the undertaker’s blues
Bridge
Mama said, “Son, don’t walk that road”
But I got buried under every load
Now I talk to ghosts like they understand
‘Cause the livin’ never gave a damn
Wind cuts cold through a pinewood sigh
Every night feels like goodbye
If redemption’s real, it’s runnin’ late—
Probably buried past that gate
Final Chorus
I’m an undertaker singin’ to the dead
With a haunted soul and a heart misled
Pour one out till the bottle’s dry
Watch it sink where the shadows lie
Dust to dust, yeah I’ve paid my dues
With a crooked grin and these worn-out boots
Graveyard king with nothin’ to lose—
Just a man with the undertaker’s blues