Country Song Lyrics by Payton Smith
There’s an extra long Cadillac with a bunch of trucks lined up.
I flipped the hazards on, took off my hat, and it got me thinkin’ what
I’m gonna do when my days are through and how I wanna be remembered.
Saved the shined up boots and the black tie suits for a party or a dinner.
If I die young, send this good old boy on his way.
I’ve had my fun, don’t waste good whiskey on my grave.
Let the steel guitars cry for you, make it three minutes long.
Just turn me into a country song.
Yeah, you can keep that eulogy in the pocket of your coat.
Remember me with a melody somewhere between Cash and Joan.
You know I love the way that filter plays, the high and lonesome sound.
It’s in my bones, it’s what I grew up on, and that’s how I wanna go out.
If I die young, send this good old boy on his way.
I’ve had my fun, don’t waste good whiskey on my grave.
Let the steel guitars cry for you, make it three minutes long.
Just turn me into a country song.
To a country song
[?] about out load
You pretend I ain’t gone
Don’t turn it down, down, down
Till you sing me back home
If I die young, send this good old boy on his way.
I’ve had my fun, don’t waste good whiskey on my grave.
Let the steel guitars cry for you, make it three minutes long.
Just turn me into a country song.
Just turn me into a country song.