Bury Me In My Boots

Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey A lot of cigarettes, girl, you don't need to kiss me Send me on my way with some black roses This is the path I've chosen and you can't go with me I got a "Bible Belt" buckle on sand-washed old blue jeans Little scripture, little liquor, sometimes a saint sometimes mean I'll always love you baby and so that you just better believe But that "pine box" clock is a ticking down on me When I go, I wanna go out in style Baby don't you cry, just Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey Light a cigarette girl, lean on in and kiss me Send me on my way with some black roses This is the path I've chosen and you can't go with me My hour glass was always half-empty It's bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me So when I go baby you know just what to do Bury me in my boots And don't forget the whiskey Goin' dress me up like I'm going out on saturday night (oh, yeah) Invite all my rowdy friends to party and holler goodbye (come on now) When I'm walking into heaven I just wanna look down And see a hell of a party down south So bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey Light a cigarette girl, lean on in and kiss me Send me on my way with some black roses This is the path I've chosen, no you can't go with me My hour glass was always half-empty It was bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me So when I go baby you know just what to do Bury me in my boots, yeah And don't forget the whiskey Oh, we're all gonna go sometime, yeah When I go lay me down lay me down in style Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey Light a cigarette girl, lean on in and kiss me Send me on my way with some black roses This is the path I've chosen, no you can't go with me My hour glass was always half-empty It was bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me So when I go baby you know just what to do Oh I said, when I go baby you know just what to do Bury me in my boots And don't forget the whiskey