Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox Lyrics

Well I ain't afraid of die'n,It's the though of being dead I wanna go on being me once my eulogys been read Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest You can put my mind to ease if you fill my last request Prop me up beside the jukebox when 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 when I die Just make your next selection and while your still iin line You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time Prop me up beside the jukebox when 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 when I die Oh prop me up beside the jukebox when I die