When they make flower beds
Out of my old broken tires,
And my engine will cough up
The Burnt fumes of stinking soot,
I will watch the warm sunset,
Licking the tobacco flavor from my lips.
A bright colored ribbon is tied
On a shovel stuck in the ground.
You won't lose the place
Where you dig my funeral grave.
And I will watch in silence as the sunset
Licks the tobacco flavor from my lips.
Today, not everyone will see the sunset
And not everyone will meet the morning!
Don't get tired, brother, dig deeper.
Mark a place for yourself, too.
And I will watch in silence as the sunset
Licks the tobacco flavor from my lips.