Oh, let me lay down beside
My dear friend who's gone away
Cover me over with dirt and soil
Let me hasten my departure day

For I long for that day
When we'll be dancin' on the storm clouds to shake the rain
From the sky onto our graves
We'll all be waiting for that day

Well, will Whitmore mixed up some shine
Filled up the jug and met us walkin' down the line
The line, the line, he met us walkin' down the line
To join our friend in heaven down the line
The line, the line, he met us walkin' down the line
To join our friend in heaven down the line

And every chain gang in heaven lifted up their arms
And made an aisle for him to walk between the rows
And each plant bowed down toward him
As he passed, as he passed
They kept their necks in reverence for the preacher's son

And every chain gang in heaven lifted up their arms
And made an aisle for him to walk between the rows
And each plant bowed down toward him
As he passed, as he passed
They kept their necks in reverence for the preacher's son