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