Lyrics:
Papa died smilingWide as the ring of a bellGone all star whiteSmall as a wishing wellAnd Sodom, south GeorgiaWoke like a tree full of beesBuried in Christmas bows And a blanket of weedsPapa died Sunday and I understoodAll dead white boys say, 'God is good'White tongues hang out, 'God is good'Papa died while my girl Lady Edith was bornBoth heads fell likeEyes on a crack in the doorAnd Sodom, south GeorgiaSlept on an acre of bonesSlept through ChristmasSlept like a bucket of snowPapa died Sunday and I understoodAll dead white boys say, 'God is good'White tongues hang out, 'God is good'