Carry me back, I'll ride passenger in a body bag
Carry me like a firefly through the by-and-by
Give a quarter to the piano player
Tell her, "Please, keep playing piano
Something that I know
A song for when I go"
And they carry me back
I'll ride passenger in a burlap sack
And they carry me like a firefly through the by-and-by
Give a quarter to the fiddle player
Tell her, "Please, play something familiar
Something sad and slow
A song for when I go"
And they carry me back
I'll ride passenger in a gunny sack, oh

Home smells just like cinnamon and the sad passing of time
Mama always smelled like rose
Papa always smelled like motor oil
Singing's gonna save your soul
One more time with feeling till we turn to soil

And they carry me back, I'll ride passenger in a body bag
And they carry me like a firefly through the by-and-by
Give a quarter
Piano player
Give a quarter
Fiddle player

Don't get scared, where?
Out here in anywhere
America
And don't get wise, why?
'Cause time is a violent driver

And I ride passenger
I ride passenger
I ride passenger
I ride passenger