Ain't Afraid To Die
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
Contact Publisher - TRO-Essex Music Group
I ain’t afraid to die,
I’m afraid t’ die by myself!
Ain’t afraid t’ die,
Just afraid t’ go by myself!
I ain’t afraid t’ die,
‘Fraid t’die by myself!
‘Fraid, ‘fraid, Oh, ‘fraid;
I’m ‘fraid t’ die by myself!
I ain’t afraid to work,
I’m afraid t’ work by myself!
Ain’t afraid t’ work,
Afraid t’ work by myself!
I’m not afraid o’ this work.
Don’t like a-workin’ by myself;
I don’t like, I don’t like, like,
To work, work by myself.
I ain’t afraid to dance,
Just hate to dance by myself;
Ain’t afraid to dance,
But I can’t dance by myself;
Not a-scared about the dancin’
But I hate to dance by myself;
Hate, hate, I just hate, hate,
Hate to dance by myself
I’m glad to hear
I’ll meet you after death;
I’m glad to hear,
That I’ll meet you after death
Sure mightly glad to get word,
Gonna meet you after death;
Glad I can hug and kiss,
And kiss you after death.
My eyes they closed.
Goin’ to see you in the sky:
My eyes are closed.
Goin’ to see you in the sky:
My eyes are closed.
Goin’ to see you in the sky:
Goin’ to see, see, see, see, see,
See you in the sky.
My lips are dry,
Goin’ to kiss you in the sky;
My lips all dry,
Goin’ to kiss you in the sky
My lips are dry,
Goin’ to kiss you in the sky;
Goin’ to kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,
Kiss you in the sky.
My hands gone cold,
Gonna to touch you in the sky;
Both hands done cold,
Gonna to rub you in the sky
Both my hands done cold,
Gonna to rub you in the sky;
Gonna rub, rub, rub, rub,
Rub you in the sky.
My lips are dry,
Goin’ to kiss you in the sky;
My lips all dry,
Goin’ to kiss you in the sky
My lips are all dry,
Goin’ to kiss you in the sky;
Goin’ to kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,
Kiss you in the sky.
I ain’t afraid to die,
I’m afraid t’ die by myself!
Ain’t afraid t’ die,
Just afraid t’ go by myself!
I ain’t afraid t’ die,
‘Fraid t’die by myself!
‘Fraid, ‘fraid, Oh, ‘fraid;
I’m ‘fraid t’ die by myself!
© Copyright Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. & TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)
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