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If I die young, write my mother

Tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home

And take my vessel to Anderson County

Drive real slow and take the long way home

Tell my kin to pick up a shovel

Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones

Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines

When it comes time for you to bury my bones

And don't throw me no funeral, sister don't cry

Saw that fiddle, brother, pass that shine

Deep down in the holler, pick the tallest pine

Dig it real deep where the roots touch mine

Cross the Red River where it opens wide

The heroine sails to the Choctaw side

Follow my trail to a silver stone

And gather my body when you bury my bones

Won't you bury my bones

Yeah, if I die young, write my mother

Tell her that I love her but my soul's gone home

And take me back to Anderson County

Drive real slow and take the long way home

And tell my kin to pick up a shovel

Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones

Bury my bones beneath these pines

When it comes time

Yeah, if I die young

Yeah, if I die young

Yeah, if I die young

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