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