paroles de chanson Bury Me in Blue Jeans - Granger Smith

I guess I learned it from my granddad
I like the shirt with a little pearl snaps
I′d die 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 asked for too many things
Just bury me in blue jeans.
And I know, I know there's so far to go
Got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed soul
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 there′s so far to go
Got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed soul
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 frayed at the seams
And throw this old guitar in there, please
When you bury me in blue jeans.
(Woah, woooahhoo woah woahhoo)
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 tumbleweed soul
Far, so far to go, it′s so far to go.