When I Die

When I die turn me into ash Set me on a bar room table Order me up a Lone Star beer Pour me a shot of Black Label Don't mix me up with old saw dust Or let smoke get under my lid Not too close to that dance floor crowd And away from that drunken kid Just want to rest and close my eyes While I hear an old fiddle sing I'll just pretend I hear Bob Wills And imagine that he's still king 4-15-19 Contest: April 2019 Contest 5, Max 12 Lines Sponsor:Brian Strand Note: I am an old man and I thought a practical approach to death - rather than a $20,000 funeral would get legs. However it seems the younger generation found it not applicable.