when I die won't you bury me
in the town where I was born
most of my life I've been rambling free
when I die I want to come back home
ever since I was a baby child
I knew was born to roam
I had to climb to the top of the hill
just to see what lies beyond
now seasons change but I'm still the same,
I don't belong to anyone
still a piece of me will always
be sitting in my hometown sun
when I die won't you bury me
in the town where I was born
most of my life I've been rambling free
when I die I want to come back home
In my time I have seen
ten thousand setting suns
and I made my bed where I lay my head
and it never hurt anyone
it could be said that someone like me
ain't nothing but a prodigal son
and just like that prodigal boy
I'm going to finish off where I begun