Bury Me in My Overalls

Bury me in my overalls, don't use my gabardine

Bury me in my overalls or in my beat-up jeans

Give my suit to Uncle Jake, he can wear it at my wake

And bury me in my overalls

The undertaker will get my dough, the grave will get my bones

And what is left will have to go for one of those granite stones

But this suit cost me two weeks' pay, so let it live another day

And bury me in my overalls

The grave, it is a quiet place, there is no labor there

And I will rest more easy in the clothes I always wear

This suit was made for warmer climes, holidays and happy times

So bury me in my overalls

I gave a hand to clear the land and make the cities rise

I helped to bring the harvest in and lay the railroad ties

I boomed about from east to west, it's time I had a little rest

So bury me in my overalls

And when I get to Heaven where they tally work and sin

They'll open up those pearly gates and holler, "Come on in"

A workin' stiff like you, we know has had his share of Hell below

So come to Glory in your overalls