Well, I ain't afraid of dyin'
It's the thought of bein' dead
I wanna go on bein' me
Once my eulogy's been read
Don't spread my ashes out to sea
Don't 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 don't 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 memory of all of my good times
Fix me up with a mannequin, just remember, I like blondes
I'll be the life of the party, even when I'm dead and gone

So prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven, but I don't 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, oh yeah

Just make your next selection
While you're still in line
You can pay your last respects
One quarter at a time

So prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven, but I don't 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

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
And prop me up beside the jukebox if I die, oh
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die, yeah

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Writer(s): Howard Perdew, Kerry Kurt Phillips, Rick Blaylock