If I died
And I was dead
There'd be no need to fix my head
There'd be no need to go to work
Renew the tags
Or wear a shirt
I wouldn't need nothin' to do
If it were me
Could've been you


Do, do, do, do, do, do, do-do, do, do, dead


If I died
And it were aught
And that would rot
And then it'd bloom
Sure enough
It's part of things
It's part of stuff
To everything
You gotta turn
You don't deserve what you earn



Do, do, do, do, do, do, do-do, do, do, dead


When you die
They don't know
If there's a place
You gotta go
But hopefully there ain't chores
Just John Prine
Celestial doors
And good friends
And fun times
Like the ones that fill up my mind


Do, do, do, do, do, do, do-do, do