Mausoleum Lyrics

i've been hammering this old italian accordion so long that "danny boy" and "lakes of pontchartrain" sound like the same song find me a hill dig me a ditch lay me down let me roll in it don't let a bar be my mausoleum don't bury me in new orleans. scooter sang sweeter than candied yams man, he was the best of them he still plays for the little that it pays and the bar tab will be the death of him so buy him a beer put a buck in his basket whatever you want to hear just ask for it this bar will be his mausoleum they're going to bury him in new orleans that little man who played dixieland on banjo passed away a friend of mine said they had a second line and there was dancing all day they played side drum slide trombone there was a little black box for his little white bones they say a bar was his mausoleum and so they buried him in new orleans now, at the cemetery of st. roch the dead lie in apartment blocks seven stories high give me a hole in the ground any day of the week i don't want to pay rent when i die find me a hill...