Bury Me in Blue Jeans

I guess I learned it from my granddad I like the shirt with a little pearl snaps I'd die in boots if it was up to me And bury me in blue jeans. Couldn't be a cowboy, I'm a hundred years late I'm a six string poet and a radio slave. I never asked for too many things Just bury me in blue jeans. And I know, I know there's so far to go Got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed soul When my time's up all this good ol' boy needs Is to bury me in blue jeans. I'm a brother, I'm a son, I'm a dad I'm a thankful one for everything I have. I'm not gonna regret the past When they bury me in blue jeans. And I know, I know there's so far to go Got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed soul When my time's up all this good ol' boy needs Is to bury me in blue jeans. Something faded and worn in the knees Fits like a glove and frayed at the seams And throw this old guitar in there, please When you bury me in blue jeans. (Woah, woooahhoo woah woahhoo) Please give me so far to go Oh, give me so far to go. If you can hear me now Give me so far to go. Give me roots of an oak I got a tumbleweed soul Far, so far to go, it's so far to go.