Original lyrics

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What would you do to be in my next film, Diana? I don't know the name for it, but I'll definitely do it Blow that horn fast, we been read' to go When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home Blow that horn fast, we been read' to go When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home Say God came along, right? And he's created all these different people All different colors, right? Red, brown, black, yellow, white Now wait a minute! White is not a color, you know? You know, see? Blow that horn fast, we been read' to go When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home Blow that horn fast, we been read' to go When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home You haven't enough air in your lungs, when it's time, you'll know You won't have to think, you'll just do In the blink of an eye, the faithful go where they are made whole So the story goes, if the dead comin' home Prepare a table, make 'em a pallet, leave your freshest linens Finest spirit getting lifted, singing murder ballads Looking for a body The dead is comin' home