If I die young, ride my mother and tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home
Take my vessel to Henderson County, drive real slow and take the long way home
Tell my kin to pick up a shovel, rustle that sugar sand and bury my bones
Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines when it comes time for you to bury my bones
Don't throw me no fuel, sister don't cry, I saw that fatal brother pass that shine
Deep down in the heart, pick the tallest pine, dig it real deep where the roots touch mine
Cross the Red River, it opens wide, the heroin cells and the Choctaw signs
And follow my trail to the silver stone and gather my body when you bury my bones
Won't you bury my bones
If I die young, ride my mother and tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home
Take my vessel to Henderson County, drive real slow
And take the long way home
Tell my kin to pick up a shovel, rustle that sugar sand and bury my bones
Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines when it comes time for you to bury my bones
Oh, if I die young
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