If I die young, write my mother
Tell her that I love her
But my soul's gone home
And take my vessel to Anderson County
Drive real slow
And take the long way home
Tell my kin to pick up a shovel
Wrestle that sugar sand
And bury my bones
Won't you bury my bones beneath these pines
When it comes time for you to bury my bones
Don't throw me no funeral sister don't cry
Saw that fiddle brother
Pass that shine
Deep down in the holler pick the tallest pine
Dig it real deep
Where the roots touch mine
Cross the Red River where it opens wide
The heroine sails
To the Choctaw side
Follow my trail to a silver stone
And gather my body
When you bury my bones
Won't you bury my bones
If I die young, write my mother
Tell her that I love her
But my soul's gone home
And take me back to Anderson County
Drive real slow
And take the long way home
Tell my kin to pick up a shovel
Wrestle that sugar sand
And bury my bones
Bury my bones beneath these pines
When it comes time
Yeah, if I die young
Yeah, if I die young
Yeah, if I die young