See That My Grave Is Kept Clean

Writen by: Blind Lemon Jefferson

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean

Bob Dylan

Well there´s one kind of favor I´ll ask of you
Well there´s one kind of favor I´ll ask of you
There´s just one kind of favor I´ll ask of you
You can see that my grave is kept clean

And there´s two white horses following me
And there´s two white horses following me
I got two white horses following me
Waiting on my burying ground

Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
Means another poor boy is under ground

Did you ever hear them church bells toll?
Did you ever hear them church bells toll?
Did you ever hear them church bells toll?
Means another poor boy is dead and gone

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And now I believe what the Bible told

There´s just one last favor I´ll ask of you
And there´s one last favor I´ll ask of you
And just one last flavor I´ll ask of you
To see that my grave is kept clean

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1962 Bob Dylan Columbia
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