One day, maybe someday soon,
Youll see my picture hangin up on the wall, and pitch a smile across your glistening cheeks.

Tattoos and memories play through your mind, tell tale stories ringing in your ears while the guests laugh and play.

I could be done in my wooden room and let me sleep, lay beside me the things i always wanted to keep.

Or placed on hold, a waiting room of flesh and blood, keep me there for a full moons pass is all i ask.

Serve only gods greatest gift of whiskey and beer, except keep the bar stools away.

I loved those old tombstones, hidden underneath the trees, keeps the ones holding on dry in the rain.

Being loud sounds fun, let the drums play on and the shots ring out, 21 they say is the lucky number to bet on.

I always showed respect, and those shall follow suit, be joyous and happy and thats all thats due.

Take the flag off my chest, and fly it high even after ive been put to rest.