Bury Me in Blue Jeans Songtext

von Granger Smith

I guess I learned it from my grand dad
I like the shirt with a little pearl snaps
I'd dye in boots if it was up to me
And bury me in blue jeans.

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 ago
Get the roots out the noke and I tumble away soak
When my time's up all this good ol' boy needs
Is to bury me in blue jeans.

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.

And I know, I know that's so far ago
Get the roots out the noke and I tumble away soak
When my time's 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 pray at it seems
And throw this old guitar in there, please
And bury me in blue jeans.

Please give me so far to go,
Oh, give me so far to go.
If you can hear me now
Give me so far ago.
Give me roots of an oak,
I gotta turn these leaves soft
Far, so far ago, it's so far ago.