Greg Bohemen - Bury Me in My Bass

When I die, Lord have mercy, and bury me in my bass
I don't need no fancy coffin, just toss me in my bass
I don't want no colourful flowers
Don't put makeup on my face
Just bury me in my bass
When I turned 27, I didn't wanna join the club
Too musicians have left this world a lot too young
I decided to slow down, enjoy a few more laps around the sun
Heaven or hell, I don't know which one I'm bound
But I'll be damned if I can't entertain them with a little sound
If you bury me in my bass I won't be messing around
When I die, Lord have mercy, and bury me in my bass
I don't need no fancy coffin, just toss me in my bass
I don't want no colourful flowers
Don't put makeup on my face
Just bury me in my bass
I won't be a slave cuz I have a little too much pride
This pacific trip proves I didn't care for a ride
I'm going to live for today and leave all my worries aside
I've been looking through the rearview mirror at "Boyd & 202"
Hope this acoustic autopsy illustrates my point of view
I'll have one more for the road to shake away my blues
When I die, Lord have mercy, and bury me in my bass
I don't need no fancy coffin, just toss me in my bass
I don't want no colourful flowers, don't put makeup on my face
Just bury me in my bass
Don't mean to cause no distress, or raise the alarm, I must confess
The world is a lyrical farm, you know I'm just having fun, so should you
And I'll be "C-V-GROwing" until I drop, come on and join the crew

Written by:
Gregory Bohemen

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