Cypress Grove Blues
Piers Faccini Lyrics


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I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove
I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove
Than to have a contrary woman
Lord, I never can control

And when yo' knee bones
Go to achin'
An your body gettin' cold
When yo' knee bones
Go to achin'
And yo' body gettin' cold
You know, you jes' gettin' ready
Honey, for some cypress grove

Then I would rather be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then I would rather to be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then to be way up here
In New York City
Honey, treated this't-a-way

An I will drink muddy water
I'll sleep in a hollow log
I will drink muddy water
Sleep in a hollow log




Befo' I stay up here
Honey, treated like a dog

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Piers Faccini's song "Cypress Grove Blues" express a desire to be buried in a cypress grove. The singer explains that they would rather be buried there than have to deal with a contrary woman they can't control. As the song progresses, the lyrics reveal a resignation to death's inevitability. When the singer's "knee bones go to achin'" and their body gets cold, they know they're getting ready for "some cypress grove."


The final verses express a longing for a simpler life, unencumbered by the complexities of city living. The singer would rather be buried six feet in the clay than be treated badly while living in New York City. They would also rather sleep in a hollow log and drink muddy water than endure mistreatment. Overall, the lyrics convey a sense of resignation and acceptance of death as a release from life's struggles.


Line by Line Meaning

I would rather to be buried In some cypress grove
The singer prefers being buried in a cypress grove over anything else.


Than to have a contrary woman Lord, I never can control
The singer would rather be buried in a cypress grove than deal with a difficult, uncontrollable woman.


And when yo' knee bones Go to achin' An your body gettin' cold
When the singer's knees hurt and their body starts to feel cold...


You know, you jes' gettin' ready Honey, for some cypress grove
...they are aware they are close to death and will soon be buried in the cypress grove.


Then I would rather be buried Six feet in the clay
The artist would rather be buried six feet underground than deal with mistreatment in New York City.


Then to be way up here In New York City Honey, treated this't-a-way
The singer would rather be buried in the ground than be treated poorly while living in New York City.


An I will drink muddy water I'll sleep in a hollow log
The singer would rather drink dirty water and sleep in a log than be treated badly.


Befo' I stay up here Honey, treated like a dog
The artist would rather die than continue to be mistreated like a dog in New York City.




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