Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
A lot of cigarette girl you don't need to kiss me
Send me on my way with some black roses
And you can go with me
I got a belt buckle on sand-washed cold blue
Either scripture or liquor sometimes insane
Hell I'll always love you baby so you just better believe
Is ticking down on me
When I go, I wanna go with a style
Baby don't you cry yeah
Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
A lot of cigarette girl you don't need to kiss me
Send me on my way with some black roses
And you can go with me
My hour glass was always half-empty
It's bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me
So when I'm gone you know just what to do
Bury me in my boots
And don't forget the whiskey
Don't dress me up like I'm going in a saturday night
Tell all my friends to party and holler goodbye
When I'm walking on the hill I just wanna look down
Seeing a hell of a party down south
Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
A lot of cigarette girl you don't need to kiss me
Send me on my way with some black roses
And you can go with me
My hour glass was always half-empty
It's bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me
So when I'm gone you know just what to do
Bury me in my boots
And don't forget the whiskey
We all got to go sometime
When I go baby I wanna go down in style
Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
A lot of cigarette girl you don't need to kiss me
Send me on my way with some black roses
And you can go with me
My hour glass was always half-empty
It's bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me
So when I'm gone you know just what to do
Bury me in my boots
And don't forget the whiskey
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