[Lyric] Flowers To My Gravestone (Stewart Eastham)

I was killed by a woman
She put a bullet right through my heart
As she fired a second round, saw my blood on the ground
With the third shot my world it fell apart

I know I wasn’t a good man
But I done the best that I knew how
I lived a life of shame ‘cause the drink was my game
Now I’m living six feet underground

Please bring flowers to my gravestone
Please come visit my new home
I lived out my days, but my spirit won’t raise
Please bring flowers to my grave, my gravestone

That waitress she didn't mean nothing
She was just an old drunk that I knew
I tried to tell her no when she took me to her home
But I cannot say what she made me do

My old lady she didn't wanna hear it
Just stood before me and laughed
I guess she'd had enough of all my low-down stuff
Her eyes glowed red behind that muzzle flash
Please bring flowers to my gravestone
Please come visit my new home
I lived out my days, but my spirit won’t raise
Please bring flowers to my grave, my gravestone

Can’t get no peace in this graveyard
The dead make a helluva squall
Their carrying on keeps me up all night long
If I had me a gun I’d kill ‘em all

Please bring flowers to my gravestone
Please come visit my new home
I lived out my days, but my spirit won’t raise
Please bring flowers to my grave, my gravestone