Prop Me up Beside the Jukebox (If I Die)
Well I aint afraid of dying its the thought of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogys been read
Dont spread my ashes out to sea dont 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 dont 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 memry of all of my good times
Fix me up with a mannequin just remember
I like blondes
Ill be the life of the party even when
Im dead and gone
Prop me up... [ guitar - steel ]
Just make your next selection and while youre still in line
You can pay your last respects one quarter at a time
Prop me up...
Prop me up...
Oh prop me up beside the jukebox if
I die