Bury Me In My Boots

Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
A lot of cigarettes, girl, you don't need to kiss me
Send me on my way with some black roses
This is the path I've chosen and you can't go with me

I got a "Bible Belt" buckle on sand-washed old blue jeans
Little scripture, little liquor, sometimes a saint sometimes mean
I'll always love you baby and so that you just better believe
But that "pine box" clock is a ticking down on me

When I go, I wanna go out in style
Baby don't you cry, just

Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
Light a cigarette girl, lean on in and kiss me
Send me on my way with some black roses
This is the path I've chosen and you can't go with me
My hour glass was always half-empty
It's bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me
So when I go baby you know just what to do
Bury me in my boots

And don't forget the whiskey

Goin' dress me up like I'm going out on saturday night (oh, yeah)
Invite all my rowdy friends to party and holler goodbye (come on now)
When I'm walking into heaven I just wanna look down
And see a hell of a party down south

So bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
Light a cigarette girl, lean on in and kiss me
Send me on my way with some black roses
This is the path I've chosen, no you can't go with me
My hour glass was always half-empty
It was bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me
So when I go baby you know just what to do
Bury me in my boots, yeah

And don't forget the whiskey

Oh, we're all gonna go sometime, yeah
When I go lay me down lay me down in style

Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
Light a cigarette girl, lean on in and kiss me
Send me on my way with some black roses
This is the path I've chosen, no you can't go with me
My hour glass was always half-empty
It was bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me
So when I go baby you know just what to do
Oh I said, when I go baby you know just what to do
Bury me in my boots

And don't forget the whiskey