Send My Body Home
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
Please send my body home
I don't like Virginia
I went there in the winter
There were good ol' boys in T-shirts
With a case or two of beer
And though I didn't show my fear
I could tell that there was danger in their eyes
And these people in the country
Look a lot like one another
Just like maybe they're related
To everybody here
And though I didn't get too near
Well, I think that I can generalize
There are people in Virginia
Who I know are educated
And I'm sure they hardly notice
These Neanderthals on wheels
I don't like Alabama
I was there when it was raining
And these good ol' boys in Chevys
Leave their mufflers back at home
There were chickens in the gutters
There was murder in the drive
I was not the first to utter
Let me make it back home dead or alive
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't let me lie here
Out here alone
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't say good bye here
Send my body home
I don't like the Dakotas
'Cause there aren't any people
An occasional oasis
And some stupid tourist traps
And though I kind of liked the sunsets
I could tell that they were always the same
And these people in the desert
Are the same as all the others
Saving up for indoor plumbing
With an outhouse in the back
There's a dinner bell that's ringing
And the kin folk will arrive
And you know I'll break out singing
If I make it to the border alive
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't let me lie here
Out here alone
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't say good bye here
Send my body home
There's a cousin in the bathroom
There's a cousin in the stable
There's a cousin at the window
Who's emotionally unable
To be anything but dazzled
When the family assembles
And he works so hard at counting
All the cousins he resembles
And the man who drove the tractor
Must have done a bit of drinking
When he ran into the neighbors
Just to score some extra points
He was tryin' to hit some pigeon
Who was tryin' to survive
And you know I'll find religion
If I make it to the suburbs alive
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't let me lie here
Out here alone
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't say good bye here
Send my body home
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
Please send my body home
I don't like Virginia
I went there in the winter
There were good ol' boys in T-shirts
With a case or two of beer
And though I didn't show my fear
I could tell that there was danger in their eyes
And these people in the country
Look a lot like one another
Just like maybe they're related
To everybody here
And though I didn't get too near
Well, I think that I can generalize
There are people in Virginia
Who I know are educated
And I'm sure they hardly notice
These Neanderthals on wheels
I don't like Alabama
I was there when it was raining
And these good ol' boys in Chevys
Leave their mufflers back at home
There were chickens in the gutters
There was murder in the drive
I was not the first to utter
Let me make it back home dead or alive
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't let me lie here
Out here alone
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't say good bye here
Send my body home
I don't like the Dakotas
'Cause there aren't any people
An occasional oasis
And some stupid tourist traps
And though I kind of liked the sunsets
I could tell that they were always the same
And these people in the desert
Are the same as all the others
Saving up for indoor plumbing
With an outhouse in the back
There's a dinner bell that's ringing
And the kin folk will arrive
And you know I'll break out singing
If I make it to the border alive
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't let me lie here
Out here alone
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't say good bye here
Send my body home
There's a cousin in the bathroom
There's a cousin in the stable
There's a cousin at the window
Who's emotionally unable
To be anything but dazzled
When the family assembles
And he works so hard at counting
All the cousins he resembles
And the man who drove the tractor
Must have done a bit of drinking
When he ran into the neighbors
Just to score some extra points
He was tryin' to hit some pigeon
Who was tryin' to survive
And you know I'll find religion
If I make it to the suburbs alive
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't let me lie here
Out here alone
Don't let me die here
If I should die here
Don't say good bye here
Send my body home
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Stuart Ratshin
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- Apology
- Sponge Boy
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