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 Lyricist: Whiskey Myers
 Lyrics: 
 If I die young, write my motherTell her that I love her but my soul's gone home
 And take my vessel to Anderson County
 Drive real slow and take the long way home
 Tell my kin to pick up a shovel
 Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones
 Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines
 When it comes time for you to bury my bones
 
 And don't throw me no funeral, sister don't cry
 Saw that fiddle, brother, pass that shine
 Deep down in the holler, pick the tallest pine
 Dig it real deep where the roots touch mine
 Cross the Red River where it opens wide
 The heroine sails to the Choctaw side
 Follow my trail to a silver stone
 And gather my body when you bury my bones
 Won't you bury my bones
 
 Yeah, if I die young, write my mother
 Tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home
 And take me back to Anderson County
 Drive real slow and take the long way home
 And tell my kin to pick up a shovel
 Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones
 Bury my bones beneath these pines
 When it comes time
 Yeah, if I die young
 Yeah, if I die young
 Yeah, if I die young
 
 
		
		
	
 
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