There was an old coot from Tennessee Lord he was as wicked as he could be He'd never been to church or Sunday school He believed that life was a play And to have a good time every day Well he woke up that congregation when he said: I'm gonna live and how until I die This life I'm livin' it aint so very high Well sticks and stones gonna break my bones I know you're gonna talk about me when I'm gone I'm gonna live and how until I die When he went to church on a Sunday mornin' Everybody in the world was there but one You should have heard those mourners preach and pray Well the choir began to sing And a bell up in the tower began to ring And he woke up that congregation when he said: Well I'm gonna build me a cemetary of my own If you don't leave my good woman alone I'm gonna get me a razor, gonna scrape the blade Gonna lay some son of a b**h in the grave I'm gonna build me a cemetary of my own Well St. Peter on the judgement day Was a' listenin' what the poor man say Said "You got to go back and try it all again" Dont play your life away You better listen what the Good Book say Well he woke up that congregation when he said: Well I'm gonna live and how until i die This life I'm livin' it ain't so very high Well sticks and stones gonna break my bone And I know you're gonna talk about me when I'm gone I'm gonna live and how until I die Yeah, I'm gonna live and how until I die