Someday when it`s all over,
And they come to carry me.
And you`re walkin` slow and wearin` black
With the rest of the family.
And the choir stands to sing a song,
Make sure it`s one of mine.
I had a few more tunes that
I wanted to write,
But I ran out of time.
Some I wrote for money, Some I wrote for fun.
Some I wrote and threw away, never sang to any one.
One I wrote for mama, and a couple still aren't through.
I`ve lost track of all the rest, but the most I wrote for you.
That day when it`s all over,
And you`re settin` all alone.
They'll come and ask you what you want.
To have written on my stone.
Tell`em when I was born and died,
The year and the day,
And if there`s room for something more
Well here`s what you can say.
Some he wrote for money, Some he wrote for fun.
Some he wrote and threw away, never sang to any one.
One he wrote for his mama, and never finished two or three
He lost track of all the rest, but the most he wrote for me