Glad Dead
by A. Gerber/J. Zeller
I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal you
I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal you
I’ll be high on the hog, painting the town
When they plant you in the ground
I’ll be glad when you’re dead
You rascal you
You said you were my best friend but that was just a lie
You swore you were my brother but that was just a lie
I see you know as the black snake in my life
You set me up, got me busted then you ran off with my wife
I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal you
I’ll be glad to see you dead
I’ll be glad to see you dead
When I get out of this prison if I see your face around
I’ll take my 38 Special and spread you all over town
I’ll be glad when you’re dead
You rascal you