Chris Unck - Don't Send Me Roses lyrics

Don't send me roses on my dyin' day Don't bring me lilies to lay on my grave Make sure that you bury me with my mouth wide open So you can pour that whiskey down on my grave Don't tell my wife I had four other lovers But please tell my son, he's got four older brothers Don't burn my body like a witch down in Salem Float me down the Spokane River back home All my life I've been tryin' to understand How to love my woman the best that I can So don't send me roses on my dyin' day And don't bring me lilies to place on my grave Make sure that you bury me with my mouth wide open So you can pour that whiskey down on my grave So don't send me sympathy scrawled on a napkin From the diner where we first locked eyes I think it's more fitting if you burned all my clothes Be sure to take a number to piss on my stone All my life I've been tryin' to understand How to love my woman like no other man Don't send me roses on my dyin' day And don't bring me lilies to place on my grave Make sure that you bury me with my mouth wide open So you can pour that whiskey down on my grave Don't send me roses on my dyin' day And don't bring me lilies to lay on my grave Shouldn't have married me with my mouth wide open So I could drink that whiskey down to my grave