(*Who's that!?

this iz da Remix)

(*Who's that?!)

(Oh, that's just Brandon)

I might never come back home

So if I die, draped in all of my gold

Bury me on a back road

In a flyover state with no name on the stone

'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave

I don't want my family to go through that pain

So bury me on a back road

In a flyover state with no name on the stone

(Willie be singing, huh?)

(Yeah)

Yeah, bury me on a back road

'Cause I'm chasing the wind, and might never come back home

Can't believe that I made it this far, 'cause I really came up out the mud like a tadpole

This ain't only for me, my city in the passenger seat, they might want me to crash though

Taking shots, but I'm right at the glass, put the ball in my hand and I'm breaking the backboard

Got a dream and some cash and a tank full of gas, and a past that I'll never let go of

Raise a glass to the nights I ain't die but came close when I think back, dog, I get choked up

If the stars don't shine, I'ma still find light in the fire from the bridges I burned up

Put a stone with no name, bury me and my chains, pour one out on my grave when my turn's up

I might never come back home

So if I die, draped in all of my gold

Bury me on a back road

In a flyover state with no name on the stone

'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave

I don't want my family to go through that pain

So bury me on a back road

In a flyover state with no name on the stone

(No name on the stone)

(*Raindrops fallen on my Head)

(No name on the stone)

(*Raindrops fallen on my Head)

I've been cut, I've been crossed, I've been left, I've been lost, but can't nobody call me fake

I had people I love look me dead in the eyes, fix they lips and then lie to my face

Everybody ain't you and that hurts, but it's true, had to learn how to carry that weight

Karma comes quick and the reaper don't miss, I'll be smiling while facing my fate

Tell my babies I love 'em, and every mistake that I made was to make sure that they would be straight

Let 'em take what they want off my plate, I just hope that I ain't too late

Let the world say whatever they think, for the record, I was never afraid of the hate

Bury me in a flyover state, and make sure you remember my name

**Instrumental Solo**

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I might never come back home

So if I die, draped in all of my gold

Bury me on a back road

In a flyover state with no name on the stone

'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave

I don't want my family to go through that pain

So bury me on a back road

In a flyover state with no name on the stone

(No name on the stone)

(No name on the stone)

(No name on the stone)

(No name on the stone)

(No name on the stone)

(No name on the stone)

(No name on the stone)

(No name on the stone)

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