| I hope I die in my boots
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| I hope I die in my boots
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| Never saw no use
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| Of dyin' in my Sunday shoes
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| I hope I die in my boots
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| I hope I die in the spring
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| I hope I die in the spring
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| Never saw no reason
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| To die in any other season
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| I hope I die in the spring
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| I’ll be walkin' in my garden
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| When my soul, like a prisoner’s pardoned
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| When my heart stops startin'
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| I hope that I’m not sleepin'
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| When Mister Grim comes reapin'
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| I wanna see the face that he’s been keepin'
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| I’ve gotta keep my eyes open
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| I’ve gotta keep my eyes open
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| I wanna see my broken soul start floatin'
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| And die with my eyes wide open
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| I hope I die in my boots
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| I hope I die in my boots
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| Never saw no use
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| Of dyin' in my Sunday shoes
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| I hope I die in my boots |