Set It in Stone

There's a plot on a hilltop
With a little patch of grass
Where they'll lay my bones to rest
When my time has come to pass
Carve a Bible verse and two dates
Separated by a dash on
A piece of granite
Mm, mm, mm

I got my name from my daddy
And he got his from his
And I pray when people hear it
They'll remember what
I did with my time on this dirt
Until I'm 6 feet under it
I won't take for granted
Every day I get

I'll keep working hard
But quit chasing the money
Pour my soul in this guitar
Then save it every Sunday
Wake my wife with a kiss
Be a rock for my kids
'Til the good Lord calls me home
I'll keep making a name for
Myself 'til they set it in stone

I wanna sell out of tickets
But never be a sellout
Buy a big ol' house in
Franklin with a porch
That wraps around
And if I try to count my
Blessings, hope there's
More than I can count
And people call on me
'til they lay me down

I'll keep working hard
But quit chasing the money
Pour my soul in this guitar
Then save it every Sunday
Wake my wife with a kiss
Be a rock for my kids
'Til the good Lord calls me home
I'll keep making a name for
Myself 'til they set it in stone
Oh, yeah, yeah

I'll keep working hard
But quit chasing the money
Pour my soul in this guitar
Then save it every Sunday
Wake my wife with a kiss
Be a rock for my kids
'Til the good Lord calls me home
I'll keep making a name for myself
I'll keep making, making, making
Oh, I'll keep making a name
For myself 'til they set it in stone

There's a plot on a hilltop
With a little patch of grass
Where they'll lay my bones to rest
When my time has come to pass
Carve a Bible verse and two dates
Separated by a dash on
A piece of granite