If the Good Die Young

It was Sunday morning, I was seven years old

In the backyard playing in a big mudhole

I was all decked out, ready for church

Had my brand-new suit all covered in dirt

Mama hit the ceiling, she was fit to be tied

Talkin' 'bout how she's gonna tan my hide

But daddy was laughing when I changed my clothes

Saying, "Mama, leave the boy alone"

'Cause if the good die young

If the good die young

Mama's little boys gonna have a lot of fun

'Cause he's gonna live forever if the good die young

Ten years later had a hot rod ford

Constable clocked me at a hundred and four

Judge said, "Boy, you're gonna hurt yourself

You'd long been dead if you was anybody else"

If the good die young

If the good die young

Oh, there ain't a sentence gonna hold you, son

'Cause he's gonna live forever, if the good die young

Well, I got a good heart, I wouldn't hurt a soul

But I'm gonna keep rocking 'til they call that roll

Old St. Peter, he's gonna have to wait

I'm gonna go to heaven, but I might be late

Let the good die young

Whoa, and if the good die young

Pedal to the metal, let your motor run

'Cause he's gonna live forever, if the good die young

And if the good die young

Now, and if the good die young

They got the jams, we'll have some fun

'Cause I'm gonna live forever if the good die young

Said I'm gonna live forever if the good die young