someday when it's all over and they come to carry me and you're walking slow and wearing black with
the rest of the family and the choir stands to sing a song make sure it's one of mine
i had a few more tunes i wanted to write but i ran out of time
some i wrote for money somehow i wrote for fun somehow i wrote and threw away never sang to
anyone one i wrote for mama and a couple still aren't through i lost track of all the rest but
the most i wrote for you
that day when it's all over and you're sitting all alone they'll call and ask you what you want
to have written on my stone tell them when i was born and died the year and the day
and if there's room for something more
here's a song for you
here's what you can say
some he wrote for money some he wrote for fun some he wrote and threw away never sang to anyone
one he wrote for his mama and never finished two or three he lost track of all the rest but
the most he wrote for me yes somehow i wrote for money
somehow
i wrote for fun somehow i wrote and threw away never sang to anyone
one i wrote for mama and a couple still aren't through i lost track of all the rest but the
most i wrote for you yeah i lost track of all the rest but the most i wrote for you
yeah
whoa what a great job
that's not good