Mama won't your carry me
Oh won’t you bury me
Down in the red dirt
When I die
When I die
At the foot of the blue ridge
Where the white dove lives
And they can all say
I came home one last time
To sing with the angels beneath southern pines

The view of the pasture is an old, faded picture
Pickin' on banjos and plucking dandelions
We blew out the seeds, watched them float on the breeze
I can hardly remember you waving goodbye
And they blew out the mountains
To build a new highway
That led to a factory, in the new part of town
And who would I be, if I decided to stay there
And live out my days on some foreign ground

Mama won't your carry me
Oh won’t you bury me
Down in the red dirt
When I die
When I die
At the foot of the blue ridge
Where the white dove lives
And they can all say
I came home one last time
To sing with the angels beneath southern pines

It was pouring down rain in the old iron city
And on through to Jackson, I was drench to the bone
When I made it to 'frisco, had nobody left with me
The real journey starts with your first night alone

Mama won't your carry me
Oh won't you bury me
Down in the red dirt
When I die
When I die
At the foot of the blue ridge
Where the white dove lives
And they can all say
I came home one last time
To sing with the angels beneath southern pines

Back in the pasture, there's a hundred new houses
They're filled up with strangers, who got there last year
They've got good intentions, to better their families
But it's their city now, and I'm stuck out here

Mama won’t your carry me
Oh won't you bury me
Down in the red dirt
When I die
When I die
At the foot of the blue ridge
Where the white dove lives
And they can all say
I came home one last time
To sing with the angels beneath southern pines