My eyes get blurry, when I get to thinking
Bout that long ride in that Limo Lincoln
Through the cemetery, and your casket sinking
Anytime he starts to think about the funeral he starts to tear up. How he felt riding in the back of the limo through the cemetery leading up to the grave site where they lowered his Grandmother’s casket.
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