Lord, Let me die in the south,
Where the breeze amidst the Spanish Moss is as warm as an angels kissing lips.
Its where I wish to lay, when breath escapes my mouth.
Lord, let me pass away in the south.
Where the morning never smells of loss, as the lively green grass cries in dew drips.
It is where I wish to be buried, when life escapes my mouth.
I wish for my deathbed, to be upon the everglades,
Where the crickets sing, and the sunset lasts a lifetime.
Lord, let me drown away in the south.
Where the palms and the moss sway in warm wind symmetry.
Bury me six feet in southern dirt,
that feels so calm beneath bare feet.
Bury me deep, for all I’m worth,
For it will make my dream complete.
Let me pass away in New Orleans,
with a bottle of aged wine, and a woman to love.
Let me, let it all go there,
Where the Jazz and southern rock roam free along the warm stone streets filled with an otherworldly light.
Its the land where dreams come true.
Is there a more beautiful place in the world?
Where the air hangs in a mist, brethren to an angels kiss, that smells of love and life.
The nights another world opens, with firefly’s lighting the sky amongst the stars.
Where the moon hangs as a glowing lamp, that smiles its blue light along all.
So, Lord, let me die in the south,
Where the breeze amidst the Spanish moss is as warm as an angels kissing lips.
It is where I wish to lay when breath escapes my mouth.
So, lord, please, let me pass on, in the south.