They found him by the side of

the road under two feet of snow

Heaven was the last place he was expecting to go

Nothing in his pocket but a letter nearly falling apart

He read the thing so many times

he must have learned it by heart

So dress him in a cheap suit, run a comb through his hair

It's the decent thing to do though there'll be nobody there

Put a little rouge on his cheek, give him one last shave

Before we lower him down in his Pauper's Grave

Too many nights spent sleeping on a cold barn floor

The spirit was willing but his body couldn't take any more

Hope was the name of the last town he just passed through

If you're not done with life, one day life's done with you

So dress him in a cheap suit, run a comb through his hair

It's the decent thing to do though there'll be nobody there

Put a little rouge on his cheek, give him one last shave

Before we lower him down in his Pauper's Grave