paroles de chanson Bury Me In Blue Jeans - Midland

Yeah, the finer things they never really fit me
Ain't no sense in chasin' dollars that I can't take with me
My favorite truck, two hundred thousand miles on it
Yeah, when my day comes it's yours if you want it

'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings
You know I've always been a man of simple means
So it don't really matter where you lay my bones
When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans

Yeah, these four walls I know are just on loan
My name's on the mailbox, but the bank still owns
And I ain't tryin' to line my pockets in some gold rush town
Yeah, 'cause all that gold would only weigh me down

'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings
You know I've always been a man of simple means
So it don't really matter where you lay my bones
When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans

All the kings buried with all their things
Rubies and diamond rings
Don't really mean anything, hey

Bury me with my boots up
A life well-lived is a life well-loved

'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings
You know I've always been a man of simple means
So it don't really matter where you lay my bones
When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans

All the kings buried with all their things
Rubies and diamond rings
Don't really mean anything, no

Oh-oh, yeah-yeah
Bury me in blue jeans