See That My Grave Is Kept Clean - B.B. King

Well, there’s one kind favor I’ll ask of you

One kind favor I’ll ask of you

Oh, there’s one kind favor I’ll ask of you

See that my grave is kept clean

There’s two white horses in a line

Two white horses in a line

Two white horses in a line

Gonna take me to my burying ground

Well, my heart stopped beating

My hands are cold

Well, my heart stopped beating

And my hands are cold

Well, my heart stopped beating

And my hands are cold

I believe just what the Bible told

Did you ever hear a coughin' sound?

Did you ever hear a coughin' sound?

Did you ever hear a coughin' sound?

Then you know that the poor boy’s in the ground

Dig my grave with a silver spade

Well, you dig my grave with a silver spade

Dig my grave with a silver spade

Let me down the golden chain

Have you ever heard the church bell tone?

Ever heard the church bell tone?

Did you ever hear a church bell tone?

Then you know that the poor boy’s dead and gone

I feel so good

One kind favor I’ll ask of you

One kind favor I’ll ask of you

It’s one kind favor I’ll ask of you

Please see that my grave is kept clean