The Caretaker

I live in the cemetery, ol' caretaker they call me

In the wintertime, I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds

When a funeral comes the people cry and pray

They bury their dead then they all go away

And here I work and I somehow hide

From a world that rushes by outside

But each night when I rest my head

I'm contented as the peaceful dead

But who's gonna cry when old Josh dies?

Who's gonna cry when old Josh dies?

Once I was a young man dashing with the girls

Now no one wants an old man, I lost my handsome curls

But I want to say when my time comes

Lay me facing the rising sun

Put me in a corner where I buried my pup

Tell the preacher to pray then cover me up

Don't plant flowers where my head should be

Maybe God let some grow for me

And all the little children that I loved like my own

Will they be sorry that old Josh is gone?

But who's gonna cry when old Josh dies?

Who's gonna cry when old Josh dies?