P.S.B.

When I get old take me out to the country

And let me go crazy in the woods

Don't stick me in some old folks home

Cause that won't do me any good

When my time's nearing I won't be fearing

Cause I'm telling you now what to do

Chop me up and feed me to my dog

Dry my bones if you could

When I die, take me down to Virginia

And throw my bones into the James

Let 'em roll down past the rapids and flow out into the bay

And when I'm gone, don't be cryin'

Cause I'll always be here with you

And if you find another, our love will be stronger

Cause I'll come back and run that fucker through