Country Song
There's an extra long Cadillac with a bunch of trucks lined up
I flipped the hazards on, took off my hat, and it got me thinkin' what
I'm gonna do when my days are through and how I wanna be remembered
Save the shined up boots and the black tie suits for a party or a dinner
If I die young, send this good ol' boy on his way
I've had my fun, don't waste good whiskey on my grave
Let the steel guitars cry for you, make it three minutes long
Just turn me into a country song
Yeah, you can keep that eulogy in the pocket of your coat
Remember me with a melody somewhere between Cash and Joan
You know I love the way that field of plays, the high and lonesome sound
It's in my bones, it's what I grew up on and that's how I wanna go out
If I die young, send this good ol' boy on his way
I've had my fun, don't waste good whiskey on my grave
Let the steel guitars cry for you, make it three minutes long
Just turn me into a country song
Into a country song
Crank it up loud, loud, loud
Yeah, pretend that I ain't gone
And don't turn it down, down, down
'Til you see me back home
If I die young, send this good ol' boy on his way
I've had my fun, don't waste good whiskey on my grave
Let the steel guitars cry for you, make it three minutes long
Just turn me into a country song
Just turn me into a country song
I flipped the hazards on, took off my hat, and it got me thinkin' what
I'm gonna do when my days are through and how I wanna be remembered
Save the shined up boots and the black tie suits for a party or a dinner
If I die young, send this good ol' boy on his way
I've had my fun, don't waste good whiskey on my grave
Let the steel guitars cry for you, make it three minutes long
Just turn me into a country song
Yeah, you can keep that eulogy in the pocket of your coat
Remember me with a melody somewhere between Cash and Joan
You know I love the way that field of plays, the high and lonesome sound
It's in my bones, it's what I grew up on and that's how I wanna go out
If I die young, send this good ol' boy on his way
I've had my fun, don't waste good whiskey on my grave
Let the steel guitars cry for you, make it three minutes long
Just turn me into a country song
Into a country song
Crank it up loud, loud, loud
Yeah, pretend that I ain't gone
And don't turn it down, down, down
'Til you see me back home
If I die young, send this good ol' boy on his way
I've had my fun, don't waste good whiskey on my grave
Let the steel guitars cry for you, make it three minutes long
Just turn me into a country song
Just turn me into a country song
Credits
Writer(s): Payton Smith, Jeff Garrison, Beau Bailey, Joybeth Taylor
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