When I die won't you burry me In the town where I was born Most of my life I've been rambiling frre When I die I want to come back home Ever since I was a baby child I knew I was born to roam I had to climb to the top of the hill Just to see what lies beyond Now seasons change and I am still the same, I don't belong to anyone Still a piece of me will always be Sitting in my homw town sun In my time I have seen ten thousand sitting suns And I made my bed where I lay my head And it never hurt any one It could be said some one like me Ain't nothing but a prodical son And just like that prodical boy I'm going To finish off where I begun