Bury Me In Blue Jeans

Yeah, the finer things they never really fit me

Ain't no sense in chasin' dollars that I can't take with me

My favorite truck, two hundred thousand miles on it

Yeah, when my day comes it's yours if you want it

'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings

You know I've always been a man of simple means

So it don't really matter where you lay my bones

When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans

Yeah, these four walls I know are just on loan

My name's on the mailbox, but the bank still owns

And I ain't tryin' to line my pockets in some gold rush town

Yeah, 'cause all that gold would only weigh me down

'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings

You know I've always been a man of simple means

So it don't really matter where you lay my bones

When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans

All the kings buried with all their things

Rubies and diamond rings

Don't really mean anything, hey

Bury me with my boots up

A life well-lived is a life well-loved

'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings

You know I've always been a man of simple means

So it don't really matter where you lay my bones

When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans

All the kings buried with all their things

Rubies and diamond rings

Don't really mean anything, no

Oh-oh, yeah-yeah

Bury me in blue jeans