Lyrics:There's a old hobo on the patio
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire
Roll out the carpet and it better be red
And it better be long as the troubles in my head
You'll be living one foot in the grave
I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak
When the devil came down dressed like a snake
He said, "What you got?" I said, "Not much!"
He said, "You're always gonna look, but you're never gonna touch."
You'll be living one foot in the grave
Don't carve no happy face on my tombstone
Don't put no coupons on my grave