Don't send me roses on my dyin' day
Don't bring me lilies to lay on my grave
Make sure that you bury me with my mouth wide open
So you can pour that whiskey down on my grave
Don't tell my wife I had four other lovers
But please tell my son, he's got four older brothers
Don't burn my body like a witch down in Salem
Float me down the Spokane River back home
All my life I've been tryin' to understand
How to love my woman the best that I can
So don't send me roses on my dyin' day
And don't bring me lilies to place on my grave
Make sure that you bury me with my mouth wide open
So you can pour that whiskey down on my grave
So don't send me sympathy scrawled on a napkin
From the diner where we first locked eyes
I think it's more fitting if you burned all my clothes
Be sure to take a number to piss on my stone
All my life I've been tryin' to understand
How to love my woman like no other man
Don't send me roses on my dyin' day
And don't bring me lilies to place on my grave
Make sure that you bury me with my mouth wide open
So you can pour that whiskey down on my grave
Don't send me roses on my dyin' day
And don't bring me lilies to lay on my grave
Shouldn't have married me with my mouth wide open
So I could drink that whiskey down to my grave