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, some I wrote for fun
Some I wrote and threw away and never sang to anyone
One I wrote for mama, and the couple still aren't through
I've 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 what you can say
Some I wrote for money, some I wrote for fun
Some I wrote and threw away and never sang to anyone
One I wrote for his mama, and never finished two or three
He lost track of all the rest, but the most he wrote for me
Some I wrote for money, some I wrote for fun
Some I wrote and threw away and never sang
One I wrote for mama, and the couple still aren't through
I've lost track of all the rest, but the most I wrote for you
I've lost track of all the rest, but the most I wrote for you