If I die young, write my mother Tell her that I love her, but my soul's gone home 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?
If I die young, write my mother And tell her that I love her, but my soul's gone home Take me vessel 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 Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines When it comes time for you to bury my bones