Burial Insurance

I wrote this song to pay for my funeral

The kid's will be broke and my wife, she'll be long, long gone

All I want is to be buried, under a large oak tree

Next to my bride, but they tell me "that's gonna cost a lot of money"

And I know what you're thinking, this is a Hail Mary

Well they tell me up In Nashville, they're paying pennies for a good tune

So I wrote this song to pay for my funeral

The kid's will be broke and my wife, she'll be long, long gone

In my younger days, these suits told me a bunch of lies

About whiskey, the fans, and the wine, said,

I'd see my name in bright lights

But I failed, I flopped, never even booked an opening slot

So I returned home, got married, had kids, joined the assembly line

Now I wrote this song to pay for my funeral

I've worked all my life, but I can't afford to die

I can't afford to die

In my younger days I admit it, I believed all those lies

About whiskey, some fans, and some wine

I really thought I'd see my name in bright lights

I know what you're thinking,

I can see it on your face, this is a Hail Mary

Well they tell me up in Nashville, they're throwing pennies at good tunes

So I wrote this song to pay for my funeral

I've worked all my life but I can't afford to die

Well none of us can afford it

We can't afford to die

We can't afford to die