A Fine Suit by J. Tillman Lyrics

Oh happy days
Though I'd rather not
Send you off this way
Off this way

But you can't wait
You can't let your fingers
Grace with mine
When they're tied up
When they're tied up
With twine

I bought a house
Bought a storefront in East Jackson
Though I might as well
Trade it all in
For a wristwatch
And a cedar box
And a fine suit
A fine suit
To be buried in
To be buried in
To be buried in