[Chorus] I might never come back home So if I die, draped in all of my gold Bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone 'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave I don't want my family to go through that pain So bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone [Verse 1] Yeah, bury me on a back road 'Cause I'm chasing the wind, and might never come back home Can't believe that I made it this far, 'cause I really came up out of the mud like a tadpole This ain't only for me, my city is in the passenger seat, they might want me to crash though Taking shots, but I'm right at the glass, put the ball in my hand, and I'm breaking the backboard Got a dream and some cash and a tank full of gas, and a past that I'll never let go of Raise a glass to the nights I ain't died but came close when I think back, dog, I get choked up If the stars don't shine, Ima still going to find light in the fire from the bridges I burned up Put a stone with no name, bury me and my chains, pour one out on my grave when my time's up [Chorus] I might never come back home So if I die, draped in all of my gold Bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone 'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave I don't want my family to go through that pain So bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone [Bridge] (No name on the stone) (No name on the stone) [Verse 2] I've been cut, I've been crossed, I've been left, I've been lost, but can't nobody can call me fake. I had people I love look me dead in the eyes, fix their lips, and then lie to my face. Everybody ain't you, and that hurts, but it's true, I had to learn how to carry that weight. Karma comes quick, and the reaper doesn't miss. I'll be smiling as I face my fate. Tell my babies I love 'em, and every mistake that I made was to make sure that they would be straight. Let 'em take what they want off my plate, I just hope that I ain't too late. Let the world say whatever they think, for the record, I was never afraid of the hate. Bury me in a flyover state, and make sure you remember my name. [Chorus] I might never come back home So if I die, draped in all of my gold Bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone 'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave I don't want my family to go through that pain So bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone [Outro] (No name on the stone) (No name on the stone) (No name on the stone) (No name on the stone)
