Bury Me in Blue Jeans

Bury Me in Blue Jeans

Granger Smith

Dirt Road Driveway

I guess I learned it from my granddad

I like the shirts with a little pearl snaps

I'd die in boots if it was up to me

They'd bury me in blue jeans.

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Couldn't be a cowboy, I'm a hundred years late,

I'm a six string poet and a radio slave.

I never ask for too many things,

Just bury me in blue jeans.

And I know, I know that's so far to go

Got the roots of an oak and a ********** soul

When my time's up all this good ol' boy needs

Is to bury me in blue jeans.

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I'm a brother, I'm a son, I'm a dad,

I'm a thankful one for everything I have.

I'm not gonna regret the past

When they bury me in blue jeans.

I know, I know that's so far to go

Got the roots of an oak and a ********** soul

When my time's up all this good ol' boy needs

Is to bury me in blue jeans.

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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.

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Woah...Woah...Woah...Woah...

Please give me so far to go,

Oh, give me so far to go.

If you can hear me now

Give me so far to go.

Give me roots of an oak,

I got a ********** soul

So far, so far to go, it's so far to go..oah...

Woah...Woah...Woah...