When I Die
When I die lay me down at the stream
By the tree with the deepest roots
Bury my body in blue jeans
And a pair of my leather boots
Maybe sing a song
Maybe carry a rose
Maybe listen for the wind
On the day it blow
Don't tell em you loved me
If you broke my heart
Leave the flowers above me now
Don't tear em apart
When I die lay me down at the stream
By the tree with the deepest roots
Bury my body in blue jeans
And a pair of my leather boots
Some days we had it easy
Sometimes trouble too
Honey, I'd trade a good day long
For a bad one with you
Will you miss my dark cloud
My stormy state of mind
Somebody's gotta roll that thunder in the sky
When I die lay me down at the stream
By the tree with the deepest roots
Bury my body in blue jeans
And a pair of my leather boots
Take my guitar
From the empty hall
Don't let it hang from some rich man's wall
That piece of wood
Is how I learned to pray
Just find some hands to play it everyday
Take my body down main street
Take me by my old school
Toast my name at the bar that we used to shoot pool
Take me past the graveyard
Where my family lay
I wanna be by the water
On that final day
When I die lay me down at the stream
By the tree with the deepest roots
Bury my body in blue jeans
And a pair of my leather boots
My leather boots
My leather boots
My leather boots
Oh
By the tree with the deepest roots
Bury my body in blue jeans
And a pair of my leather boots
Maybe sing a song
Maybe carry a rose
Maybe listen for the wind
On the day it blow
Don't tell em you loved me
If you broke my heart
Leave the flowers above me now
Don't tear em apart
When I die lay me down at the stream
By the tree with the deepest roots
Bury my body in blue jeans
And a pair of my leather boots
Some days we had it easy
Sometimes trouble too
Honey, I'd trade a good day long
For a bad one with you
Will you miss my dark cloud
My stormy state of mind
Somebody's gotta roll that thunder in the sky
When I die lay me down at the stream
By the tree with the deepest roots
Bury my body in blue jeans
And a pair of my leather boots
Take my guitar
From the empty hall
Don't let it hang from some rich man's wall
That piece of wood
Is how I learned to pray
Just find some hands to play it everyday
Take my body down main street
Take me by my old school
Toast my name at the bar that we used to shoot pool
Take me past the graveyard
Where my family lay
I wanna be by the water
On that final day
When I die lay me down at the stream
By the tree with the deepest roots
Bury my body in blue jeans
And a pair of my leather boots
My leather boots
My leather boots
My leather boots
Oh
Credits
Writer(s): Maya Elizabeth De Vitry, Oliver Bates Craven, Charles Muench, Shane Leonard
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