Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox — текст песни (Joe Diffie)

Well I ain`t afraid of die`n,It`s the though of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogys been read
Don`t spread my ashes out to sea, don`t lay me down to rest
You can put my mind to ease if you fill my last request

Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don`t wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
prop me up beside the jukebox when I die

Just make your next selection and while your still iin line
You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time

Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don`t wanna go tonight
fill my boots up with sand put a stiff drink in my hand
prop me up beside the jukebox when I die

Oh prop me up beside the jukebox when I die