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                          POTTER'S FIELD

             Just out side of town by the highway
             Where the grass grows green and high
             My daddy is resting there peaceful
             Where they take the poor folk when the die

             I remember all the years and the hard times
             How mom and daddy strived to make things right
             How mama sacrificed,how daddy worked day and night
             So us kids could have enough to eat

             Chorus
             Potter's Field,where the poor folks's go
             No fancy stones,will it show
             and when death comes,and I must yield
             Just let me rest,in Potter's field

             Then one Sunday morning came the phone call
             My mamma lay on her death bed
             She gathered all the children around her
             So they'd hear exactly what she said

             My children you know that we have money
             And I could have the finest plot of ground
             But I'd rather lie beside your father
             In Potters field,just outside of town

             Repeat Chorus