When I Die
For when I die and when I'm ashes
And no more songs I can repeat
Whoever's singin' at my funeral
Had better learn to move their feet
'Cause when I die right around 40
And when my fuse has reached its end
You best believe we'll all be drinking
Now don't ask why but maybe when
Some people croak it and then everyone chokes
On bitter tears, oh, Lord, why'd he have to go?
But when I stroll I think we'll all probably know that I was
Due any time, I mean, you can't live that hard for long
So when I die, and when I'm buried
Come watch me sink into the ground
Forget the dirt, just drain a bottle
And if they ask, just say I've drowned
For when I die and when it's over
And all my friends are left behind
I wouldn't doubt that they'll be jealous
They'll have to do more work than I
Some people croak it and then everyone chokes
On bitter tears, oh, Lord, why'd he have to go?
But when I stroll I think we'll all probably know that I was
Due any time, I mean, you can't live that hard for long
So when I die and when I'm sober
There'll be more stories left to write
Take up my pen, and get to scribbling
Puncture your silence kill your fright
For when I die (for when I die)
For when I die (for when I die)
For when I die (for when I die)
For when I die (for when I die)
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin over home
And no more songs I can repeat
Whoever's singin' at my funeral
Had better learn to move their feet
'Cause when I die right around 40
And when my fuse has reached its end
You best believe we'll all be drinking
Now don't ask why but maybe when
Some people croak it and then everyone chokes
On bitter tears, oh, Lord, why'd he have to go?
But when I stroll I think we'll all probably know that I was
Due any time, I mean, you can't live that hard for long
So when I die, and when I'm buried
Come watch me sink into the ground
Forget the dirt, just drain a bottle
And if they ask, just say I've drowned
For when I die and when it's over
And all my friends are left behind
I wouldn't doubt that they'll be jealous
They'll have to do more work than I
Some people croak it and then everyone chokes
On bitter tears, oh, Lord, why'd he have to go?
But when I stroll I think we'll all probably know that I was
Due any time, I mean, you can't live that hard for long
So when I die and when I'm sober
There'll be more stories left to write
Take up my pen, and get to scribbling
Puncture your silence kill your fright
For when I die (for when I die)
For when I die (for when I die)
For when I die (for when I die)
For when I die (for when I die)
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin over home
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Writer(s): Kyle Michael Neal
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