If I make it to a hundred or if I die today
Bury me beside the hill where my granddaddy lay
And don’t spend a bit of money on some oversized stone
On my epitaph, not much needs to be known
I don’t need this world to sing my praises
Or to chisel out some long poetic phrases
Should some stranger pass me by
To lay some flowers down on someone else’s tomb
All they need to know about me is that I loved you
So just make sure they spell your name right
That’s all that matters anyway
‘Cause, darling, you have been my life
And I’ll take that to my grave
I don’t need this world to sing my praises
Or to chisel out some long poetic phrases
Should some stranger pass me by
To lay some flowers down on someone else’s tomb
All they need to know about me is that I loved you
So when you write about me when I’m gone
Make it one little sentence long
I don’t need this world to sing my praises