At my funeral - don't wear no colors black-
cuz I'll soon be turning green, s'ya may as well wear that.

And at my funeral - don't bring no flowers blue-
I'm already dead, they shouldn'a need t' die too.

And at my funeral - I hope you'll steal the show-
cuz nobody likes a downer, and down's where I'm gonna go!

And at my funeral - I hope you sing whiskey-
Nobody should weep of thirst, the only dry there should be me!

And at my funeral - don't be not standing tall-
For I stood my whole damn life, to knee ya shouldn'a need'ta fall.

And at my funeral - don't cut no preacher slack-
Though his book may bury me, my soul ain't coming back!