"In Lieu Of Flowers" lyrics

Yeah, when it's my time to go
And my stories all been wrote
And my dirt road turns to gold in the by and by
I'll be up there looking out
Over forty acres in the clouds
Don't y'all dare start thinking 'bout a black suit and tie

Instead of roses on my rock
Throw a little bit of Diffy on an old jukebox
Let my eulogy reading be the reason for a happy hour
And trade that pew for a swinging door
Y'all pour one out on a sawdust floor
I'm telling you that's what I want you to do in lieu of flowers

That's right

Raise a little hell and something strong
Keep that party going all night long
Save that twenty you're about to spend
On something that'll die just like I did

Instead of roses on my rock
Throw a little bit of Hank on an old jukebox
Let my eulogy reading be the reason for a happy hour
And trade that pew for a swinging door
Y'all pour one out on a sawdust floor
I'm telling you that's what I want you to do in lieu of flowers

Let's go, y'all

When the good Lord calls last call
Yeah, that's all I'm asking y'all

Instead of roses on my rock
Throw a little bit of Diffy on an old jukebox
Let my eulogy reading be the reason for a happy hour
Trade that pew for a swinging door
Y'all pour one out on a sawdust floor
I'm telling you that's what I want you to do in lieu of flowers
I'm telling you that's what I want you to do in lieu of flowers

That's right, y'all
R.I.P.