I talk to the people
That lie beneath these stones
Imaginin’ they listen
Makes me feel less alone
I pick up the broken flowers
Sometimes I dig a hole
To welcome in the new ones
Introduce ‘em to the old
Well I can use a chisel
And a polisher the same
I’ll put anything you’d like
To say under a name
And I’ll put on my suit
Make sure my tie is straight
Lend a hand to the mourning
Sending loved ones on there way
Well I ain’t afraid of dyin’
‘Cause I know where I’ll go
There I’ll live forever
On the streets made of gold
‘Til then I’ll keep on workin’
You won’t hear me complain
And every day I’ll tip my hat
To the rock that says my name
I hired on out of high school in 1968
My wife and I picked out a spot
Right up by the gate
It ain’t much but every morning
The sun shines on that ground
One of these days when I clock out
That’s where I’m layin’ down
Well I ain’t afraid of dyin’
‘Cause I know where I’ll go
And there I’ll live forever
On the streets made of gold
‘Til then I’ll keep on workin’
You won’t hear me complain
And every day I’ll tip my hat
To the rock that says my name
Born in Alabama
June 1 9 5 0
Throw the dirt on top of me
Sow the seeds and let it grow
Well I ain’t afraid of dyin’
‘Cause I know where I’ll go
There I’ll live forever
On the streets made of gold
‘Til then I’ll keep on workin’
You won’t hear me complain
And every day I’ll tip my hat
To the rock that says my name
Someday when I’m under it
I hope you’ll do the same
Stop by sometime and tip your hat
To the rock that says my name
“Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”
Matthew 6:19-21 KJV
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