A Logging Tree Man's Lament

When I'm dead and gone,put my climbing gear on my coffin top with a bottle of Jack Black with an ice cold bottle of coors light on my coffin top an roll up a  fat Cuban cigar packed tight with sour Diesel yeah it was my favorite smoke ta inhale,exhale memories of me in the air,when the casket is lowered in the ground and the dirt Mound is formed pour old number seven on the dirt Mound and pray that a drop sinks deep enough for me to taste a drop of what if's and why's and what my life meant to you let your Tear Drops water the flowers that you planted on my Cemetery Mound and may the roots grow deep enough  to touch my heart so I know what I meant to you an let Lynrd Skynrd drop,
When I’m dead and gone
Don’t you dress me up too fine
Just a pine box
Dusty boots
One last crooked grin of mine
Lay that harness
Rope and rack
Right across the lid
So they know I went out climbin’
Like I did when I was a kid
Put my gear on my coffin top
Like I’m headed up the wall
Set a bottle of Jack Black
For the last good call
Crack a cold bottle of Coors Light in memory of me
Let it sweat and shine
When that casket’s lowered down the line
Don’t you say too many words
I was never much for speech
Tell a story ‘bout the time
I fell and still made the reach
Laugh too loud
Spill your drink
On the red clay ground
If I ever was a legend
It was just for hangin’ around
Put my gear on my coffin top
Like I’m headed up the wall
Set a bottle of Jack Black on my coffin top 
For the last good call
Crack a cold Coors Light
Let it sweat and shine
When they start that slow roll
Toward the shade of the hill
Light that blunt up
Take a long drag
If you will (oh yeah)
Blow the smoke to the sky
Let it curl Let it climb
Tell the boys
“He topped out
Right on time”
lay me down with pride,  
When the leaves fall down,an the seasons change,  
Let the music play,though the world feels strange.  
In the still of the night,hear my spirit cry,  
With Lynrd Skynrd's tunes,together we’ll fly.
Bottle of Coors Light,puffing on that Cuban,  
These are my last words,hear the truth I’m assuming.As the casket descends,I hope you’ll find the time To cherish every moment,every lesson, every rhyme 
When I'm dead and gone,climb me high up in the sky,
Put my climbing gear on,let the memories never die,
Coffin top with a bottle, Jack Black in the night,
Ice cold Coors Light,lift your glasses,toast my flight.
Let Smoke fill the air,Cuban cigar,sour Diesel in the breeze,
 let my roots touch your heart's beat,
In this cemetery mound,where our memories meet,
Pray for me, sing for me,let Lynyd Skynrd play for me

Lower me down,hear that dirt mound take its place,
Pour some Jack Black,let it flow,in this sacred space,
Let the drop sink deep,let me taste a drop of truth,
What if's and why's,echo loud in my youth.
Tear drops fall,water flowers with your grace,put a  cuban blunt rolled tight a bottle of coors light an old number 7 on my coffin top next to my climbing gear an let Lynrd Skynrd drop

Slow-burning outlaw country ballad, male vocals; brushed drums and warm upright bass under a dusty telecaster and loneso