Hope it ain't no time real soon
But we know one thing's for true
One of these days, the good Lord's callin' me
Hey y'all ain't got to go to church
Use my truck, don't rent no hearse
You ain't gotta dig six feet, I just need three

You bury me upside down
Right in the heart of this old town
Here lies a man with one thing left to say
You put my middle fingers up
To all the folks that said I's trash
Bury me upside down, so the world can kiss my ass

To my exes and my boss
Teams that I bet on that lost
Every bartender that ever cut me off
Old bitch
Let me get this off my chest
Let me make one last request
Before y'all lay this homeboy down to rest

You bury me upside down
Right in the heart of this old town
Here lies a man with one thing left to say
You put my middle fingers up
To all the folks that said I's trash
Bury me upside down, so the world can kiss my ass

And if there ever comes a day
When they stop hatin' on my name
Well, hell, I might roll over in my grave
But until that day

You bury me upside down
Right in the heart of this old town
Here lies a man with one thing left to say
You put my middle fingers up
To all the folks that said I's trash
Bury me upside down, so the world can kiss my ass

Oh, y'all can kiss my ass
Pucker up, motherfucker

Copyright: OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Brandon Day, Brantley Keith Gilbert, Brian Wayne Davis, Brock Berryhill, Josh Phillips, Michael Ray Roach, Richard Chase Mcgill, Taylor Delmar Phillips