Bury My Bones (All Out Acoustic Session)

If I die young, write my mother

Tell her that I love her, but my soul's gone home

Take my vessel to Anderson County

Drive real slow and take the long way home

Tell my kin to pick up a shovel

Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones

Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines

When it comes time for you to bury my bones?

And don't throw me no funeral, sister, don't cry

Saw that fiddle, brother, pass that shine

Deep down in the holler, pick the tallest pine

Dig it real deep where the roots touch mine

Cross the Red River where it opens wide

The heroine sails to the Choctaw side

And follow my trail to a silver stone

And gather my body when you bury my bones

Won't you bury my bones?

If I die young, write my mother

And tell her that I love her, but my soul's gone home

Take my vessel to Anderson County

Drive real slow and take the long way home

And tell my kin to pick up a shovel

Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones

Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines

When it comes time for you to bury my bones?

Oh, if I die young