Bury Me In Blue Jeans

Yeah, the finer things they never really fit me
 Ain't no sense in chasin' dollars that I can't take with me
 My favorite truck, two hundred thousand miles on it
 Yeah, when my day comes it's yours if you want it
 'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings
 You know I've always been a man of simple means
 So it don't really matter where you lay my bones
 When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans
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 Yeah, these four walls I know are just on loan
 My name's on the mailbox, but the bank still owns
 And I ain't tryin' to line my pockets in some gold rush town
 Yeah, 'cause all that gold would only weigh me down
 'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings
 You know I've always been a man of simple means
 So it don't really matter where you lay my bones
 When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans
 All the kings buried with all their things
 Rubies and diamond rings
 Don't really mean anything, hey
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 Bury me with my boots up
 A life well-lived is a life well-loved
 'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings
 You know I've always been a man of simple means
 So it don't really matter where you lay my bones
 When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans
 All the kings buried with all their things
 Rubies and diamond rings
 Don't really mean anything, no
 Oh-oh, yeah-yeah
 Bury me in blue jeans