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i guess i learned it from my granddad.
i little the shirts with the pearl snaps and
id die in boots if it was up to me and bury me in blue jeans
couldnt be a cowboy im a hundred years late ima six string poet and a radio slave
i never asked for too many things just bury me in blue jeans
and i know i know theres so far to go got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed so when my times upall this good 'ol boy needs is to bury me in blue jeans
Im a brother im a son im a dad
im a thankful one for everything i have
im not gonna regret the past when they bury me in blue jeans
and i know i know theres so far to go got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed so when my times up all this good 'ol boy needs is to bury me in blue jeans
something faded and worn in the knees
fits like a glove and frayed at the seams
and throw this old guitar in there please when you bury me in blue jeans
woah, woooah, woooah, woaaaah
woah, woooah, woooah, woaaaah
woah, just give me so far to go, woaaaaah, oh give me so far to go, woaaaah, if you cant here me now, wooaaahh, give me so far to goooo, woaaaah, just give me blue time and oak, woaaaah, i got a tumbleweed so too far too far so goo.
so far to goooooo. woahhhhh woahhhh, woaaaaahhhhhhhh