Your Funeral My Trial

Lyrics

Well, I recall when we first met

It was on a Friday night

We spent two lovely hours together

And the world it seemed all right

I'm begging you, baby, please stop that off-the-wall jive

'Cause if you don't treat me no better

It's gonna be your funeral and my trial

Well, the Lord made the world and everything that's in it

The way my baby love is some solid sentiment

She can love to heal the sick, she can love to raise the dead

You might think that I'm joking, you better believe what I said

I'm begging you, baby, please stop that off-the-wall jive

Oh, if you don't treat me no better

It's gonna be your funeral and my trial

Credits

• Written by: Sonny Boy Williamson
• Produced by: (none credited)
• Recorded live at the Broadway Theatre, New York City, 1986-10-23
• Musicians:

Elvis Costello - vocal, guitar

James Burton - lead guitar

Jerry Scheff - bass

Jim Keltner - drums

T Bone Burnett - rhythm guitar

Mitchell Froom - keyboards

T-Bone Wolk - accordion, vocals

Michael Blair - marimbas, vibraphone, percussion

Ralph Carney - saxophone

Discography

Albums:

• King Of America (reissue), Rykodisc/Demon, 1995
• King Of America (Deluxe Edition), Rhino/Edsel, 2005

Singles:

• none

Collections:

• none

Soundtracks:

• none

Various Artists collections:

• none

Alternate Versions:

• none

Covers

Recorded by:

• Sonny Boy Williamson, 1958
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Bootlegs

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