Well I heard I been a whole mess a trouble
Since I turned two years old
But when I turned 16 I became a real rebel
Mamma swears I sold my soul
Yeah, she said, if I don't change my ways
I'll find myself in an early grave
Well, that just might be true
So tell mamma, if I do
To bury me with my boots on
In case I gotta kick that devil's ass
Or if I make it past St Peter
I get to kick back with Johnny Cash
I wanna meet some honky-tonk angel
But if I end up down below
Bury me with my boots on
And I'll be ready either way I go
Yeah, those roughnecks wear the steel-toe
Rednecks wear 'em around
And me I skinned my own rattlesnake
To wear something I could brag about
Yeah, on the day I die I don't wanna see
No polished wing-tips on my feet
When it's my time to go
All my hell raising buddies know
You gotta bury me with my boots on
In case I gotta kick that devil's ass
Or if I make it past St Peter
I'm gonna kick back with Johnny Cash
I wanna meet some honky-tonk angel
But if I end up down below
Then bury me with my boots on
And I'll be ready either way I go
I don't care what kinda casket I'm in
Or who sings "Amazing Grace"
But when I finally leave this world
I don't wanna look outta place
So bury me with my boots on
In case I gotta kick that devil's ass
Or if I make past St Peter
I may be wailing with Johnny Cash
I bet Hank still plays at those pearly gates
But if I end up down below
You've gotta bury me with my boots on
So I'm ready, either way I go
Come on and bury me with my boots on
I'll be ready either way I go
