Prop Me Up Beside The JukeBox

Well I ain’t afraid of die’n, It's the though of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogys been read
Don’t spread my ashes out to sea, don’t lay me down to rest
You can put my mind to ease if you fill my last request
Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don’t wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Just make your next selection and while your still iin line
You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time
Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don’t wanna go tonight
fill my boots up with sand put a stiff drink in my hand
prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Oh prop me up beside the jukebox when I die