I hope I die in my boots.
I hope I die in my boots.
Never saw no use
Dying in my Sunday shoes.
I hope I die in my boots.
I hope I die in the spring.
I hope I die in the spring.
Never saw no reason
To die in any other season.
I hope I die in the spring.
I'll be walking in my garden
When my soul like a prisoner's pardon
When my heart stops starting.
I hope that I'm not sleeping
When Mr. Grim comes reaping.
I want to see the face that he's been keeping.
Got to keep my eyes open.
I gotta keep my eyes open.
Wanna see my broken
Soul start floating.
Die with my eyes wide open.
I hope I die in my boots.
I hope I die in my boots.
Never saw no use
Dying in my Sunday shoes.
I hope I die in my boots.