Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox (If I Die)

Well, I ain't afraid of dying, it's the thought of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogy's been read
Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest
You can put my mind at ease if you fill my last request

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand
Put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Just let my headstone be a neon sign
Just let it burn in memory of all of my good times
Fix me up with a mannequin, just remember I like blondes
I'll be the life of the party even when I'm dead and gone

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand
Put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Oh

Just make your next selection
And while you're still in line
You can pay your last respects
One quarter at a time

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand
Put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand
Put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, prop me up beside the jukebox if I die



Credits
Writer(s): Kerry Kurt Phillips, Howard Perdew, Richard Lane Blaylock
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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