Underground

When I’m gone don’t bury me
I will not lie under this town
I will not lie where I can’t see
Please don’t put me underground
If the day is sunny, let my father say some words
If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories
Oh, my sister will bake a cake, and on it, she’ll write something funny
Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money
And as for all that is inside
You can give to medicine
As for all my bones and hide
Just find a fire to put them in
If the day is sunny, let my father say some words
If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories
Oh, my sister will bake a cake, and on it, she’ll write something funny
Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money
Though I may be relatively young
I hope, in the final moments, I hear every song I’ve ever sung, at once
When I’m gone, don’t weep and moan
Where I’m going is a pleasant stay
I’ll visit my grandfather’s home
And drink gin with Billie Holiday
If the day is sunny, let my father say some words
If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories
Oh, my sister will bake a cake, and on it, she’ll write something funny
Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money
When I’m gone, don’t bury me
I will not lie under this dirty town
I will not lie where I can’t see
Please don’t put me underground
No, please don’t put me underground