| I guess I learned it from my granddad
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| I like the shirts with a little pearl snaps
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| I’d die in boots if it was up to me
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| They’d bury me in blue jeans.
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| Couldn’t be a cowboy, I’m a hundred years late,
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| I’m a six string poet and a radio slave.
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| I never ask for too many things,
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| Just bury me in blue jeans.
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| And I know, I know that’s so far to go
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| Got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed soul
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| When my time’s up all this good ol' boy needs
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| Is to bury me in blue jeans.
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| I’m a brother, I’m a son, I’m a dad,
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| I’m a thankful one for everything I have.
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| I’m not gonna regret the past
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| When they bury me in blue jeans.
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| I know, I know that’s so far to go
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| Got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed soul
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| When my time’s up all this good ol' boy needs
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| Is to bury me in blue jeans.
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| Something faded and worn in the knees
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| Fits like a glove and frayed at the seams
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| And throw this old guitar in there, please
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| When you bury me in blue jeans.
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| Please give me so far to go,
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| Oh, give me so far to go.
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| If you can hear me now
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| Give me so far to go.
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| Give me roots of an oak,
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| I got a tumbleweed soul
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| So far, so far to go, it’s so far to go. |