Bury Me With A Broom

There're some folks 'can see in her the angel that she is

She rolls her eyes and slightly smiles, but she won't hear the lies

She's gon' be surprised to find her room reserved in heaven

Been baptized and seen the light, but she don't want to die

If you get her talkin' about the way things used to be

She'll tell you 'bout her paintings and maybe 'bout her dreams

Now those days are fading, 'cause life's made it's demands

There's work that needs its working, she smiles and stands and says

Bury me with a broom, my work is not yet done

My life was giv'n to others and my dreams were gave up on