hey man, if i can play a song at my funeral, what the heck am i doing there! besides, my dad always said i'll be late to it anyway.
james taylor - sweet baby james
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
dave matthews band - lie in our graves
(i used to have this guitar... meg's wearing it and an epiphone les paul on her left hand now!)
I can't believe that we would lie in graves(i think that was my "senior quote" in our high school yearbook)
wondering if we had spent our living days well
and of course you need everyone to sing a hymn:
it is well with my soul
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
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