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 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 ask for too many things
Just bury me in blue jeans

[Chorus]
And I know, I know that's so far ago
Get the roots of an oak and 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

[Chorus]
And I know, I know that's so far to go
Get the roots of an oak and 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

Please give me so far to go
Oh, give me so far to go
If you can hear me now
Give me so far ago
Give me roots of an oak
I gotta turn these leaves soft
Far, so far ago, it's so far ago