Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Bury me in my overalls
Don't use my gabardines
Bury me in my overalls
Or in my beat-up jeans
Give my suit to Uncle Jake
He can wear it at my wake
And bury me in my overalls
The undertaker will get my dough
The grave will get my bones
And what is left will have to go
For one of those granite stones
But this suit cost me two weeks pay
So let it live another day
And bury me in my overalls
The grave it is a quiet place
There is no labor there
And I will rest more easy
In the clothes I always wear
This suit was made for warmer climes
Holidays and happy times
So bury me in my overalls
I gave a hand to clear the land
And make the cities rise
I helped to bring the harvest in
And lay the railroad ties
I boomed about from east to west
It's time I had a little rest
So bury me in my overalls
And when I get to heaven
Where they tally work and sin
They'll open up those pearly gates
And holler, "Come on in!
A workin stiff like you, we know
Has had his share of Hell below
So come to glory in your overalls!"
Bury Me in My Overalls was written by Malvina Reynolds.
Bury Me in My Overalls was produced by Kim Kuusi.