Porter Wagoner My Last Two Tens lyrics

Going home, going home
Tell all my friends that I'm going home

If you should see me and I can't walk
Then if you should speak and I can't talk
Feel of me if I'm cold there's a shovel
In the back to dig the hole

No, I don't expect this last favor for nothing
'Cause you're a busy man my friend
So, look on the end of the handle
You'll find attacked two tens

There's a phone number on the back
Of the shovel of a dear friend of days gone by
Call her and tell her to bring her sister
I've already gave them two tens to cry

The Lord's prayer's engraved on a penny
In the left pocket of my coat
I carry this with me for two reasons
The last so I never was broke


Oh, I've had a lot of beautiful dreams
Of things that might have been
So please buy some pretty flowers
In my right pocket is my last two tens

I've made a little money in my time
But perhaps more than a lot of men
But I spent it all havin' a ball
With a few fair weather friends

But you know I brought nothin'
With me to this old earth
And now that my journey ends
Me and this old world broke even
Since you have my last two tens

Going home, going home
Tell all my friends that I'm going home