Dead Flowers
One two
One two three four
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folks that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Well you know I could never be alone
Take me down little Susie, won't you take me down?
I know you think you're the Queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every mornin'
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my weddin'
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Well when you're sittin' back in your long pink Cadillac
Makin' bets on Kentucky Derby day
I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down little Susie, won't you take me down?
I know you think you're the Queen of the underground
But you can send me dead flowers every mornin'
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my weddin'
But I won't forget to put roses on your grave
{Well alright}
Take me down little Susie, won't you take me down?
I know you think you're the Queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. mail
Say it with dead flowers in my weddin'
An' I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave
(Yo)
{I felt like a hillbilly for a minute
Just a minute}