Just float me down this river

in a coffin made of pine

I don’t need no 6 feet of dirt

to hide behind

 

When the preacher talks on Sunday

make sure he says my name

and all the wrongs I’ve done

so noone does the same

 

Tell me girl I’m sorry

I shot her daddy down

Now she can follow her heart

when the next boy comes around

 

The law will come on Monday

to hang me from a tree

Tell them I’ve gone sailing

in a pine box made for me

 

Seal my coffin well boys

put those nails in good

I wanna float on down this river

as long as the Devil thinks I should

 

Copyrght 2014 Jeremy Rodgers