Funeral Potatoes

Mark of familiar
I know you think about me
Though probably not fondly
I adore you anyway

If I die, Lord, let them know I'm sorry
I don't wanna see you, you don't know one thing about me
But I don't know, I guess that there
Was never much to say
When I leave, will you keep an eye out for me?



Credits
Writer(s): Caroline Kimball Sallee
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