Bury Me In My Boots

G
Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
D
light a cigarette girl lean on in and kiss me
Em
send me on my way with some black roses
                             C
This is the path I've chosen and you can go with me

[Verse]
G
I got a "Bible Belt" buckle on sin-washed old blue jeans
G
Little scripture little liquor, sometimes a saint sometimes mean
G
I'll always love you baby and so that you just better believe
G
But that "pine box" clock is a ticking down on me
D
when I go, I wanna go with a style
           C
baby don't you cry just,

[Chorus]
G
Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
D
light a cigarette girl lean on in and kiss me
Em
send me on my way with some black roses
                             C
This is the path I've chosen and you can go with me
G
my hour glass was always half-empty
D
It's bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me
Em
so when I'm gone you know just what to do...
C
bury me in my boots

and don't forget the whiskey

[Verse]
G
Don't dress me up like I'm going out on Saturday night
G
Invite all my rowdy friends to party and holler goodbye
D
When I'm walking into heaven I just wanna look down
C
And see a hell of a party down south

[Chorus]
G
Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
D
light a cigarette girl lean on in and kiss me
Em
send me on my way with some black roses
                             C
This is the path I've chosen and you can go with me
G
my hour glass was always half-empty
D
It's bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me
Em
so when I'm gone you know just what to do...
C
bury me in my boots

and don't forget the whiskey

[Bridge]
G                    D
Oh, We're all gonna go sometime, yeah
Em                                 C
When I go lay me down lay me down in style

[Chorus]
G
Bury me in my boots and don't forget the whiskey
D
light a cigarette girl lean on in and kiss me
Em
send me on my way with some black roses
                             C
This is the path I've chosen and you can go with me
G
my hour glass was always half-empty
D
It's bound to be the bottle or the bullet that bit me
Em
so when I'm gone you know just what to do...
C
bury me in my boots