Bury Me In Blue Jeans (Commentary)

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

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

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