Farewell Party - Gene Watson

When the last breath of life is gone from my body

And my lips are as cold as the sea

When my friends gather 'round for my farewell party

Won’t you pretend you love me

There’ll be flowers from those who’ll cry

When I go and leave you in this old world alone

I know you’ll have fun at my farewell party

Won’t you be glad when I’m gone?

Don’t be mad at me for wanting to keep you

Till my life on this old world is through

You’ll be free at the end of my farewell party

But I’ll, I’ll go away loving you

There’ll be flowers from those who’ll cry

When I go and leave you in this old world alone

I know you’ll have fun at my farewell party

Won’t you be glad when I’m gone?

Oh, won’t you be glad when I’m gone…