Wordplay Thursday #251

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

2 thoughts on “Wordplay Thursday #251”

  1. ‘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?

  2. 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

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