MP3 
(I really just like come in here and toughen up)
(I appreciate some)
(Oh, thank you)
Wash my sins in the river, let the angels take my soul
Pour one out for all the real ones way out where the pine trees grow
Take me back to Alabama, read them verses grandma all knew
When it's my time to leave this earth, you can leave the dirt on my boots
Leave my Bible to my mama, leave my whiskey to my friends
Leave my middle finger up to the ones that said that I ain't shit
Leave my 12-gauge to my brother, leave that Chevy to my dad
Leave my money to my woman, 'least whatever I got left
When it's time for what comes next
Wash my sins in the river, let the angels take my soul
Pour one out for all the real ones way out where the pine trees grow
Take me back to Alabama, read them verses grandma knew
When it's my time to leave this earth, you can leave the dirt on my boots
Ain't no need to clean me up, ain't no need for you to cry
Six feet down ain't where I'm stuck, I send one up into the sky
Blow that smoke until the sunrise, burn some fog right off the grass
Ain't no need to shine me up the day he finally calls me back
Wash my sins in the river, let the angels take my soul
Pour one out for all the real ones way out where the pine trees grow
Take me back to Alabama, read them verses grandma knew
When it's my time to leave this earth, you can leave the dirt on my boots
Leave my Bible to my mama, leave my whiskey to my friends
Leave my middle finger up to the ones that said that I ain't shit
Take me back to Alabama, read them verses grandma knew
When it's my time to leave this earth, you can leave the dirt on my boots
