Prop Me Up Beside the Jukebox (When I Die) by Joe Diffie
by William Holland
(Monroe WI, USA)
As a committed country dancer (couples and line dancing) I had a friend who was also committed to the fun. He was a bit of a wisecracker and nut. He one time stated that he wanted the above song played at his visitation. Sure enough, it was among several country oriented thoughtful songs about life and loss. I plan to use it when my time comes.
Lyrics Well I ain't afraid of dyin', it's the thought of being dead I wanna go on being me once my eulogy's been read Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest You can put my mind at ease if you fulfill my last request
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Just let my headstone be a neon sign Let it burn in mem'ry of all of my good times Fix me up with a mannequin, just remember I like blondes I'll be the life of the party even when I'm dead and gone
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Just make your next selection and while you're still in line You can pay your last respects one quarter at a time
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
