Bottomland

Bury me in bottom land
With my grandpa's rifle in my hand
Lord just take me as I am
Bury me in bottom land

I am just a country boy
Where I come from didn't have no choice
But what I've done well or so I'm told
So baby wear my watch, baby sell my gold

And bury me in bottom land
With my grandpa's rifle in my hand
Lord just take me as I am
And bury me in bottom land

I don't care which box, I don't care which stone
All I care's what I got on
Don't need no suit, don't need no tie
I don't wanna be hard to recognize

Bury me in bottom land
With my grandpa's rifle in my hand
Lord, just take me as I am
And bury me in bottom land

I don't know if Heaven's got big tall pines
Or white tail bucks with ten inch tines
But if I get there and it looks like home
Them woods gon' be the first place I go

So bury me in bottom land
With my grandpa's rifle in my hand
Lord just take me as I am
And bury me in bottom land

And bury me in bottom land