| The old man was a good man, he raised his children right |
| Taught us how to work hard and showed us how to fight |
| Told me about the good Lord and when to use a gun |
| Made me very proud of where it is that I come from |
| When I die, put my bones in the Dixie dirt |
| Look down on me smilin', I don’t want no feelins' hurt |
| All I leave behind me is a ragged old guitar |
| I may not change the world but I’m gonna leave a scar |
| Years they rolled on by, the old man turned me loose |
| Way 'cross town I learned about them sad old country blues |
| Taught me how to pour out my heart and try to make it rhyme |
| Told me not to ever break but one law at a time |
| When I die, put my bones in the Dixie dirt |
| Look down on me smilin', I don’t want no feelins' hurt |
| All I leave behind me is a ragged old guitar |
| I may not change the world but I’m gonna leave a scar |
| I hope you wear me on your memory like a faded old tattoo |
| I might not make no history book but I’ll burn a page or two |