| A | E | F#m | D | |
| There's a funeral | procession on the hig | hway, |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| Traffic screech | es to a halt. |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| There's people sea | rching for a better w | ay, |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| To live their live | s. |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| Johnny lived a goo | d life, you'll hear t | hem say |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| As tears of sadnes | s soak the ground. |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| The reaper crept i | n, took his breath aw | ay, |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| In the middle of the | night |
| (Chorus:) |
| F#m | D | |
| We celebrate the lives of the dead | , |
| A | E | |
| It's like a man's best | party, only happens when he | dies. |
| F#m | D | |
| We gather 'round to pay our respect | s, |
| A | E | |
| While their | souls are still searching for the l | ight, |
| Searching for the light. -> back to verse chords |
| Verse: |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| So please don't co | me to me on my dying | day, |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| Just let me go in | peace. |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| With all the thing | s that I forgot to sa | y, |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| Still racing through my | mind. |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| And don't you bury | me six feet under gr | ound, |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| Just burn my body | in a box. |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| And let my ashes b | low with the wind, |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| Out into the night.... | sky. |
| Chorus: |
| F#m | D | |
| We celebrate the lives of the dead | , |
| A | E | |
| It's like a man's best | party, only happens when he | dies. |
| F#m | D | |
| We gather 'round to pay our respect | s, |
| A | E | |
| While their | souls are still searching for the l | ight, |
| Searching for the light. -> back to verse chords then finish |