Your Funeral And My Trial

Please come [D]home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me

  Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family

[G]  I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall [D]jive

[A]  If you can't treat me no better, it [G]gotta be your funeral and my [D]trial

(Verse 2)

  When I and you [D]first got together, 't was on one Friday night

  We spent two lovely hours together, and the world knows allright

  I'm just [G]beggin' you baby, please cut out that [D]off the wall jive

  You know you [A]gotta treat me better, if you [G]don't it gotta be your

  funeral and my [D]trial

  Alright...

(Verse 3)

  The good [D]Lord made the world and everything   was in it

  The way my baby love is some   solid sentiment

  She can love to heal the sick   and she can love to raise the dead

  You think I'm jokin' but you better be-   lieve what I say

  I'm [G]beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall [D]jive

[A]  Yeh you gotta treat me better, or it [G]gotta be your funeral and my

  [D]trial