When they march me down the road, so
When them ride me down the road, tho

Mahogany with the gold trim
Silent except for children crying
They never even knew him then trumpets flying
The bearers shining shoes
Sink in the wet ground horns vying
Sun rising the pit lying n' waiting
Like a clever lion mouth gaping
And after they ate chicken rice peas sticky cake
The chillens laughing and playin' forgot they place
Plates and dishes piled and washed
As women whisper men talk circles

When them ride me down, suh
When them take me down, suh

Bent backed over Wray