I talk to the people that lie beneath these stones
Imagining they listen makes me feel less alone
I pick up the broken flowers, sometimes I dig a hole
Welcome in the new ones, introduce ’em to the old
I can use a chisel and polisher the same
I’ll put anything you’d like to say under a name
I’ll put on my suit, make sure my tie is straight
Lend a hand to the mourning, send the loved ones on their way
Well I ain’t afraid to die ’cause I know where I’ll go
There I’ll live forever on the streets made of gold
‘Til then I’ll keep on working, you won’t hear me complain
And every day I’ll tip my hat to the rock that says my name
Well I hired on out of high school in 1968
My wife and I picked out a spot right up by the gate
It ain’t much but every morning the sun shines on that ground
One of these days when I clock out, that’s where I’m a-layin’ down
Well I ain’t afraid to die ’cause I know where I’ll go
There I’ll live forever on the streets made of gold
‘Til then I’ll keep on working, you won’t hear me complain
And every day I’ll tip my hat to the rock that says my name
Born in Alabama
Year 1-9-5-0
Throw the dirt on top of me
Sow the seeds and let it grow
Well I ain’t afraid to die ’cause I know where I’ll go
There I’ll live forever on the streets made of gold
‘Til then I’ll keep on working, you won’t hear me complain
And every day I’ll tip my hat to the rock that says my name
Some day when I’m under it I hope you’ll do the same
Stop by sometime, tip your hat to the rock that says my name
Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth
Where moth and rust doth corrupt
And where thieves break through and steal
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven
Where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt
And where thieves do not break through nor steal
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also