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From Rosetta LP 1311. This song about a workaholic-avant-la-lettre was also recorded by Dinah Washington; you can find her version on the three-CD set "The Complete Dinah Washington on Mercury Vol. 1: 1946-1949 [Japanese Mercury issue]. That has a lyrics booklet; Dinah's lyrics were somewhat different from these.
Woke up this morning, 't was a fine sunny day I said daddy please stay, but he had to run away Cause he was busy, busy makin' lots of gold So I told him, better have some fun before you're old You'll be the richest guy in the graveyard With money in the bank You'll be the fattest cat Who's stretched out flat You'll have yourself to thank Now what's the good of earnin' With no time for spendin' You know you're simply headed For a horizontal endin' The richest guy in the graveyard So daddy won't you please slow down You'll climb the Golden Gate to the graveyard That gate is not so great You'll be the sleepiest creep Who's six feet deep You'll find it out too late I can't imagine how you can be a good lover All wrapped around in brown With a five-ply cover So take my tip and don't work hard Then you'll delay that graveyard drive You'll be the richest guy in the graveyard Now just you wait and see You'll be the gonest goon Who ever went too soon That ain't no use to me I'd rather be found On a flophouse bed Then down in the ground With dirt on my head You'll be the richest guy in the graveyard So daddy won't you hear my plea Do me a favor and please Make out the will to me
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