Potters Field

POTTER'S FIELD

Just out side of town by the highway

Where the grass grows green and high

My daddy is resting there peaceful

Where they take the poor folk when the die

I remember all the years and the hard times

How mom and daddy strived to make things right

How mama sacrificed,how daddy worked day and night

So us kids could have enough to eat

Potter's Field,where the poor folks's go

No fancy stones,will it show

and when death comes,and I must yield

Just let me rest,in Potter's field

Then one Sunday morning came the phone call

My mamma lay on her death bed

She gathered all the children around her

So they'd hear exactly what she said

My children you know that we have money

And I could have the finest plot of ground

But I'd rather lie beside your father

In Potters field,just outside of town

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