Bury Me In My Boots

(الألبوم: Bury Me In My Boots - 2016)

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