Welcome to Wordplay Thursday!
Here’s a fill-in-the-blank to get you started. Feel free to use it to start off YOUR song. It could be the first line of your song, or not. Feel free to change the line up some. It can be serious or silly. Whatever gets you going!
“Bury me with __________”
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God Bless and Enjoy the Journey,
Brent
‘Shovel Weight’
Bury me with your foolish pride,
‘cause I was your biggest fan.
The one and only, never leave ya lonely, right hand grab your beer if I can.
You seem to carry a big imaginary stick,
Maybe it’s a crutch to walk this land.
But the weight of the world, carried by this girl, ain’t waitin’ ‘round you man!
You gotta’ pick me up truck that don’t never get stuck, but you don’t pick up my fragile hand.
Ya dig what I’m sayin’?
Is my gold a flash in your pan?
Bury me with honeysuckle
Bury me with no remorse
Bury me in Carolina
Pull my pine box behind a horse
My first love was in that red dirt
Not quite a man she helped me grow
The woods the creeks and the good earth
Beneath my feet, between my toes
Bury me with honeysuckle
Bury me with no remorse
Bury me in Carolina
Pull my pine box behind a horse
As a young man I raced those dirt-roads
And fished the ponds to kill some time
Shooting quail and gigging fat toads
Telling truths and telling lies
Bury me with honeysuckle
Bury me with no remorse
Bury me in Carolina
Pull my pine box behind a horse
I left home, to find my fortune
found more trouble than wealth or fame
All my friends said I sang the same tune
“That in those pines, I’ll finally lay”
So Bury me with honeysuckle
Bury me with no remorse
Bury me in Carolina
Pull my pine box behind a horse