Whiskey On My Grave

One things true about this life It will test you good and proper through your time It's what you make it it's what others change You'll question each decision that you make So before I meet my maker And I'm called up to command I'll have a smile on my face And a bottle of whiskey in my hand When the good lord comes to take me And his shadow crosses mine Don't be weeping in the courtyard Coz I'm going out in style Think back on all the memories Let them take you back in time Coz I'm gonna misbehave Pour whiskey on my grave I've seen a thing or two and left my mark Had days both in the light and in the dark One things for certain I wouldn't change a thing My voice will forever whisper on the wind So before I meet my maker And I'm called up to command I'll have a smile on my face And a bottle of whiskey in my hand When the good lord comes to take me And his shadow crosses mine Don't be weeping in the courtyard Coz I'm going out in style Think back on all the memories Let them take you back in time Coz I'm gonna misbehave Pour whiskey on my grave When the good lord comes to take me And his shadow crosses mine Don't be weeping in the courtyard Coz I'm going out in style Think back on all the memories Let them take you back in time Coz I'm gonna misbehave When the good lord comes to take me And his shadow crosses mine Don't be weeping in the courtyard Coz I'm going out in style Think back on all the memories Let them take you back in time Coz I'm gonna misbehave Pour whiskey on my grave