Your Funeral And My Trial - John Hammond

Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me

Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family

I’m beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive

If you can’t treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial

When I and you first got together, 't was on one Friday night

We spent two lovely hours together, and the world knows alright

I’m just beggin' you baby, please cut out that off the wall jive

You know you gotta treat me better, if you don’t it gotta be your funeral and

my trial

Alright

The good Lord made the world and everything was in it

The way my baby love is some solid sentiment

She can love to heal the sick and she can love to raise the dead

You think I’m jokin' but you better believe what I say

I’m beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive

Yeah, you gotta treat me better, or it gotta be your funeral and my trial