(h.w.h.w.)

When I'm dead and I'm gone, won't you carry me home
to that little white church in my daddy's home town
Lord knows I'm some kinda sinner
but I done come this far and it's
too late for changing
when this race has been run
take me back where I came from
and let me return what I took from the ground
when this body won't carry me no further
take me home, and lay me down
-Steve Earle