If You Find My Body, Don't Call Mama--love idea, don't like woman voice, stron
By TitanChord · Dark Americana
Lyrics
I took two in the belly Out by the old Lewis farm Crawled as far as I could 'Til I couldn't get warm
So if you find my body Down by the rusted plow If you find me cold by mornin' Here's what I need from you now
If you find my body Don't call mama, don't call home Tell her I'm still in Texas Workin' on the pipeline alone Let her keep the boy she raised Not the man I had to be If you find my body Burn the letters, don't tell me
Bury me under a pine tree Somewhere nobody walks Don't mark it with a cross or a stone Let the deer and the coyote talk
Tell my girl I drove to Mexico Tell my boss I quit the crew Tell the bank to take the trailer Tell the preacher I'm through
There's a ring in my pocket I meant to give to Lisa tonight And a letter to my daddy I never got to write Take 'em, burn 'em, lose 'em They're better off unknown Let me be a rumor Better than a headstone
If you find my body Don't call mama, Lord don't Tell her I'm still livin' In some story she won't Write me out of heaven Write me out of her prayers If you find my body Just cover me, and don't say where If you find my body Just cover me, and don't say where
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About this song
Genre: Dark hard Americana, cinematic folk-noir, modern death ballad.
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