Lyrics Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox (If I Die) - Jon Pardi

Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox (If I Die)

Well, I ain’t afraid of dyin', 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 rmember, I like blonds
I’ll be the life of the party, even when I’m dead and gone
So 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 yeah
Just make your next selection, and while you’re still in line
You can pay your last respects one quarter at a time
So 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
And prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Oh, prop me up beside the jukebox if I die, yeah
Joe!