Bottomland

Bury me in bottom land With my grandpa's rifle in my hand Lord just take me as I am Bury me in bottom land I am just a country boy Where I come from didn't have no choice But what I've done well or so I'm told So baby wear my watch, baby sell my gold And bury me in bottom land With my grandpa's rifle in my hand Lord just take me as I am And bury me in bottom land I don't care which box, I don't care which stone All I care's what I got on Don't need no suit, don't need no tie I don't wanna be hard to recognize Bury me in bottom land With my grandpa's rifle in my hand Lord, just take me as I am And bury me in bottom land I don't know if Heaven's got big tall pines Or white tail bucks with ten inch tines But if I get there and it looks like home Them woods gon' be the first place I go So bury me in bottom land With my grandpa's rifle in my hand Lord just take me as I am And bury me in bottom land And bury me in bottom land