Well, I ain’t afraid of dyin’, it’s the thought of being dead
I want to 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 juke box if I die
Lord, I want to go to heaven, but I don’t want to go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Love it!🎼🎷🎸🥁
(Grandpa, what’s a jukebox?)