Bury Me

If I should die 'fore I turn forty-three

Bury me beneath the justice tree

Bury me with the lies I told

Bury me with a rusted sword

If I should die 'fore I turn forty-six

Lay me next to old Saint Chris

Dress me in my suit of blue

And my favorite picture of you

If I should die 'fore I turn forty-nine

Bury me with my last silver dime

You might get a long distance call

Might tell a lie, might tell it all

If I should die 'fore I turn fifty-one

Bury me with a loaded gun

So I might lose my misery

Please erase my memory

If I should not make my way up there

If I should find myself somewhere

Where it's always cold inside