From the recording Portrait
Lyrics
Now I'm standing by the ocean
an' I'm pulling in a breeze
now I know why songs get written
about moments like these
and about places like Bakersville
Somebody get a tailor
Somebody call a priest
Somebody tell the baker
that there's a funeral feast
and that everybody's welcome
it's a family affair
Don't wait 'til I'm over
come and show me you care
while the stars are still shining
on my beautiful face
Just say that you love me
and share my embrace
cuz I'm leaving for Bakersville
When the sun comes up
my mind's made up
no more foolin' around, son
I'm packin' up all my stuff
that I'm wanting to take
This is my living wake