Poor Lazarus
G G7 Well they found poor Lazarus C A in between two mountains. G D/f# Blowed him down, great God, G D/f# they blowed him down. Well they killed poor Lazarus with a mighty number, number .45. Poor Lazarus, they took his body to the commissary office. Walked away, great God, they walked away. Poor Lazarus, Lazarus's father, when he heard his son was a-dying, he said: let that fool go down. Let the fool go down. And Lazarus, Lazarus's little sister, she could not come to the funeral.