For those who want to sing along: If I die young, write my mother Tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home And take my vessel to Anderson County Drive real slow and take the long way home Tell my kin to pick up a shovel Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines When it comes time for you to bury my bones And don't throw me no funeral, sister don't cry Saw that fiddle, brother, pass that shine Deep down in the holler, pick the tallest pine Dig it real deep where the roots touch mine Cross the Red River where it opens wide The heroine sails to the Choctaw side Follow my trail to a silver stone And gather my body when you bury my bones Won't you bury my bones Yeah, if I die young, write my mother Tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home And take me back to Anderson County Drive real slow and take the long way home And tell my kin to pick up a shovel Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones Bury my bones beneath these pines When it comes time Yeah, if I die young Yeah, if I die young Yeah, if I die young
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If I die young, write my mother Tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home And take my vessel to Anderson County Drive real slow and take the long way home Tell my kin to pick up a shovel Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines When it comes time for you to bury my bones And don't throw me no funeral, sister don't cry Saw that fiddle, brother, pass that shine Deep down in the holler, pick the tallest pine Dig it real deep where the roots touch mine Cross the Red River where it opens wide The heroine sails to the Choctaw side Follow my trail to a silver stone And gather my body when you bury my bones Won't you bury my bones Yeah, if I die young, write my mother Tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home And take me back to Anderson County Drive real slow and take the long way home And tell my kin to pick up a shovel Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones Bury my bones beneath these pines When it comes time Yeah, if I die young Yeah, if I die young Yeah, if I die young
If I die young, write my mother Tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home And take my vessel to Anderson County Drive real slow and take the long way home Tell my kin to pick up a shovel Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines When it comes time for you to bury my bones And don't throw me no funeral, sister don't cry Saw that fiddle, brother, pass that shine Deep down in the holler, pick the tallest pine Dig it real deep where the roots touch mine Cross the Red River where it opens wide The heroine sails to the Choctaw side Follow my trail to a silver stone And gather my body when you bury my bones Won't you bury my bones Yeah, if I die young, write my mother Tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home And take me back to Anderson County Drive real slow and take the long way home And tell my kin to pick up a shovel Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones Bury my bones beneath these pines When it comes time Yeah, if I die young Yeah, if I die young Yeah, if I die young
If I die young, write my mother Tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home And take my vessel to Anderson County Drive real slow and take the long way home Tell my kin to pick up a shovel Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines When it comes time for you to bury my bones And don't throw me no funeral, sister don't cry Saw that fiddle, brother, pass that shine Deep down in the holler, pick the tallest pine Dig it real deep where the roots touch mine Cross the Red River where it opens wide The heroine sails to the Choctaw side Follow my trail to a silver stone And gather my body when you bury my bones Won't you bury my bones Yeah, if I die young, write my mother Tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home And take me back to Anderson County Drive real slow and take the long way home And tell my kin to pick up a shovel Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones Bury my bones beneath these pines When it comes time Yeah, if I die young Yeah, if I die young Yeah, if I die young
