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Rawalpindi, Pakistan

You must lay some flowers on my grave You must lay some flowers on my grave My mother and father have gone Left me in this world alone You must lay some flowers on my grave My father was a roll sport and a gambler too And he loved makin' and just singin' the blues I hope my heart will change I don't want to die the same You must lay some flowers on my grave Put a wreath of flowers at my right side Then you'll know that McTell's satisfied Put a bouquet in my breast You know poor boy's gone to rest You must lay some flowers on my grave Now when this old building is fallin' down Just lay me six feet in the cold, cold ground Wrap me up in the solid clay