I've made friends the whole world over

Bury me in fields of clover

A bright new day, is now breaking

and my heart is always aching

I did my duty without shame

but now things wont ever be the same

Bury me for my sons to see,
underneath the old willow tree

And written on my tombstone's chest

"keep the good times, fuck the rest"

I never feared no living man

trusted that the gods had a plan

The only one I couldn't lick

was death and his little pricker stick

But when he came for me we were old friends

perhaps this journey's not the end

So long life, with all your toil

I'm stepping off this mortal coil

Don't look for me when the battle's over

I'll be lying in the fields of clover

A bright new day, is now breaking

and my heart is always aching

Lay me down behind my favorite house

that's what this world's all about