Skinny white knees Ain't no breeze Down by the trestle Blackberry grin Runnin' down her chin Dark as pitch oil Lyin' on our backs Right by the tracks Ain't gonna want no supper Don't cry for me Oh, when I die Just mark my grave With a railroad tie In an old pine box Honey, lay me low And seal it up with creosote Me and Randy Joe, we know where to go When we gotta get closer We run and found a little patch of ground Where the cars pass over Stars lookin' down, I lost it to the sound Of a Carolina freight line howlin' Don't cry for me Oh, when I die Just mark my grave With a railroad tie I ain't got no use For streets of gold For streets of gold Nah, honey, heaven smells like creosote If where I'm going looks like where I've been They're 'bout to Paint my wings black as sin Don't cry for me Don't cry for me Honey, when I die Darlin', when I die You better mark my grave Mark my grave With a railroad tie With a railroad tie In an old pine box Honey, lay me low You seal it up with creosote Seal it up with creosote Don't cry for me
