Prop Me Beside the Jukebox (If I Die)

Prop Me up Beside the Jukebox - Nashville Voices

Written by：Rick Blaylock/Howard Perdew

Well I ain't afraid of dying

It's the thought of being dead

I wanna go on being me once my eulogy's been read

Don't spread my ashes out to sea

Don't lay me down to rest

You can put my mind

At ease if you fill my last request

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Lord I wanna go to Heaven

But I don't wanna go tonight

Fill my boots up with sand

Put a stiff drink in my hand

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Just let my headstone be a neon sign

Just let it burn in memory of all of my good times

Fix me up with a mannequin

Just remember I like blondes

I'll be the life of the party even

When I'm dead and gone

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Lord I wanna go to Heaven

But I don't wanna go tonight

Fill my boots up with sand

Put a stiff drink in my hand

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Just make your next selection

And while your still in line

You can pay your last respects

One quarter at a time

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Lord I wanna go to Heaven

But I don't wanna go tonight

Fill my boots up with sand

Put a stiff drink in my hand

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Lord I wanna go to Heaven

But I don't wanna go tonight

Fill my boots up with sand

Put a stiff drink in my hand

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Lord prop me up beside the jukebox if I die