[00:38.67][Verse]
[01:07.14]The old man was a good man he raised his children right
[01:11.22]He taught us how to work hard and showed us how to fight
[01:15.21]Told me about the good Lord and when to use a gun
[01:18.21]Made me very proud of where it is that I come from
[01:22.62][Chorus]
[01:23.07]When I die put my father in the big same urn
[01:31.32]Look down at me smiling I don't want no beating tune
[01:35.88]All I leave behind me is a rag of old guitars
[01:40.68]I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar
[01:43.68][Verse]
[01:51.48]Years a row nobody, the old man turned me loose
[01:55.41]Way cross town I learned about those sad ol' country blues
[01:59.37]Taught me how to prep my heart from trying to make it right
[02:04.35]Told me not to ever break one alone at a time
[02:11.97][Chorus]
[02:12.18]When I die put my father in the big same urn
[02:15.42]Look down at me smiling I don't want no beating tune
[02:19.56]All I leave behind me is a rag of old guitars
[02:24.78]I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar
[02:43.14][Bridge]
[02:43.32]Hope you have me on your memory like a painted old tattoo
[02:47.70]I might not make a history book but I'll burn a page or two
[03:07.59]Yeah
[03:34.23][Chorus]
[03:35.04]When I die put my father in the big same urn
[03:37.05]Look down at me smiling I don't want no beating tune
[03:40.80]All I leave behind me is a rag of old guitars
[03:49.38]I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar

The old man was a good man he raised his children right
He taught us how to work hard and showed us how to fight
Told me about the good Lord and when to use a gun
Made me very proud of where it is that I come from
When I die put my father in the big same urn
Look down at me smiling I don't want no beating tune
All I leave behind me is a rag of old guitars
I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar
Years a row nobody, the old man turned me loose
Way cross town I learned about those sad ol' country blues
Taught me how to prep my heart from trying to make it right
Told me not to ever break one alone at a time
When I die put my father in the big same urn
Look down at me smiling I don't want no beating tune
All I leave behind me is a rag of old guitars
I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar
Hope you have me on your memory like a painted old tattoo
I might not make a history book but I'll burn a page or two
Yeah
When I die put my father in the big same urn
Look down at me smiling I don't want no beating tune
All I leave behind me is a rag of old guitars
I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar