I can’t blame him
Just doing his job
He gets no thanks
And on he plods
He never needs to run
And he’ll always catch up
Nowhere to hide
A dozen more souls in his old patched cup.
Chorus
I wish it weren’t so
That we’ve all got a time.
On he comes and he never comes slow
Reaper ain’t no friend of mine.
It’s not his fault
And I don’t wish him ill
He walks right behind you
On the other side of the hill
He’s got a job,
And I reckon it’s just.
He might not like it,
But he knows that he must.
Chorus
I wish it weren’t so
That we’ve all got a time.
On he comes and he never comes slow
Reaper ain’t no friend of mine.
Chorus 2
Won’t be long till I’ll have to go.
I’m not standing in line,
But my turn comes I know.
Reaper ain’t no friend of mine.