Lyrics

I guess I learned it from my granddad I like the shirt with a little pearl snaps I'd die 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 ask for too many things Just bury me in blue jeans [Chorus] And I know, I know that's so far ago Get the roots of an oak and 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 [Chorus] And I know, I know that's so far to go Get the roots of an oak and 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 Please give me so far to go Oh, give me so far to go If you can hear me now Give me so far ago Give me roots of an oak I gotta turn these leaves soft Far, so far ago, it's so far ago