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If the stage gets cold
And my eyes fall down
And never ever open up to let the light of town in.
Let my bones lie down
Like a fallen cause
And let the ones who knew me best have a drink and write my song.

And play it on a steel string
And mourn me in a low moan.
Rosin up the morning
So the night can ring so true.
Let the band play Dixie
And let the Boys drink Whiskey.
Lay me in the ground
And host the Bonnie Blue.

So here’s to Dublin Cash
A little proof that life is fast.
The say that it aint a race
But you sure can’t finish last.
And we all grow up
And life goes on
With a little much letting go
When we oughta be holding on….

And play it on a steel string
And mourn me in a low moan.
Rosin up the morning
So the night can ring so true.
Let the band play Dixie
And let the Boys drink Whiskey.
Lay me in the ground
And host the Bonnie Blue.

…and I’ve got a woman
And she’s got a song now
And we’ll sing “Jackson” loud
And scrape for rent downtown.
For a few more months now
Then I’ll lay my dollar down
On a few square feet around
To write my songs in…
And in a long, long time
When you’re looking at my life
You’ll know I did my living right
Singing old time, AM songs…

And play it on a steel string
And mourn me in a low moan.
Rosin up the morning
So the night can ring so true.
Let the band play Dixie
And let the Boys drink Whiskey.
Lay me in the ground
And host the Bonnie Blue.