Jayber Crow
Текст песни O My God When I Drop Dead

O my God when I drop dead,
I hope and pray my final breath
To feel the dirt and little bits of grass
The broken body on my tongue at last.

Lord, I hope we don't come to meet
While I still walk these city streets.
My fingers pryin' with pavement cracks
And all these strangers steppin' on my back.

We will come and we will go
Simplest thing there is to know
Ev'rything that is is so from somewhere, somewhere.

Lord, I'll give that final day—
Please not on the Interstate.
Those cars are movin' much too fast
Missin' ev'rything they pass.

I'm gonna sit down familiar country roads
Where ev'ry field I see is one I know—

Lay me down and close my eyes
Where the red-winged blackbird flies;
Ev'rything that lives will die someday, someday.

Save me here while I still breathe,
Let the land embody me;
No more pavement 'neath my feet, and I'll stay, I'll stay.

O my God when I drop dead!
O my God when I drop dead!
O my God when I drop dead!
O my God when I drop dead!