When I first got a telephone,before caller ID, I used to actually answer it. I got a call one day one the rotary phone I was still using 20 years ago from Parklawn Cemetery telling me I had won a grave. I figured it was either a genius practical joke, or a crazy thing to win. I went down there, and it was real. I have an official piece of paper with ownership of one grave plot. I’m a winner!
This was just a rush, get a song done week for me. The story could probably be made into a better song, probably by Mitchell. But this is it for now.
lyrics
D a d a b d b d b c
I made a deal with ma bell
I gave her coin she gave me telephone
And that's how I was found
A gift of my own ground
My private waiting room for hell
My grave is calling
I had to see with my own eyes
Was it a joke or my final prize
Oh yes, I did a reel
My corpse won't have to steal
The home I'll never know my whole life
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