I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove   I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove   To have me a woman that I can't control      your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold   your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold   You're just getting ready for some cypress grove      Well the old people they try to tell me, but I never did know   the old people they try to tell me, but Lord I never did know   "The good book is sure gonna tell you, you got to reap what you sow"      "Enough" I told you, "I know I'd been lying"   "Enough" I told you, told you "I know I'd been lying"   Come through me, now I'm dying      I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground   I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground   Than be way up here, and let you throw me down      Take back what you give, take back, that's all so hard to live   Take back what you give, take back what you give, that's so hard to live   We're going      I'd rather be lying in some more cypress grove